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[runningred]

Jay wanders in from his door looking comfortingly rough - cut off shorts, no shirt, no shoes and a week's worth of stubble.

He grabs a shaving kit and a straight razor from the bar and vanishes into the bathroom, reemerging a few minutes later looking clean and content.

You can finally him sitting on the back step with a bottle of beer, cleaning and sharpening the razor.

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[runningred]

"And you'll follow her to the gates of hell if needed." It's not a question because Jay knows. He claps Quentin on the back lightly. "You're a good man."

[heatherandsteel]

He shrugs and the tips of his ears go pink, "Probably already went there and I try to be."

[runningred]

Jay can't help but smile at that sweet flush and lets the tips of his fingers brush the nape of Quentin's neck as he withdraws his hand. "And I'm sure she appreciated it too."

[heatherandsteel]

"She did and didn't expect it either. I think she's learned by now that I'm not going anywhere."

[runningred]

"Can't get rid of you, huh?" Jay grins, leaning back and taking a sip of his beer.

[heatherandsteel]

"Nope, its all official that she can't."

[runningred]

Jay chuckles. "Good on you."

He smiles and leans back against the wall with a sigh, enjoying the fading afternoon light. "It's good to be back though."

[heatherandsteel]

(OOC: This feels like a good fade spot on them.)

"Its nice to have you back."

[runningred]

{ooc: lovely, thank you.}