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Hayden leaned back against the chair and stretched his sore neck muscles. From behind him, the sounds of Unseen Insight after sunset filtered to his ears. Liam was assisting a phone customer who wanted a pair of toad's eyes for a spell. The door to Emmeline's office was open, her accent becoming more pronounced by the second. He noticed how it came out when the shopkeeper was frustrated, usually with a supplier. The watcher closed his email window and tucked a pencil behind his ear. Long hours got swallowed whenever he dug into the Council archives on that machine. Standing up could be an effort.

The rap of his boots meant that Hayden was trudging upstairs. He didn't know if Kris was home or not. A sandwich would cut it if she wasn't, but if she was, he'd think about frying something.

The farthest thing from Hayden's mind was clothes. Specifically the wad he'd left in the back of his Jeep, a few weeks past. It was sloppy. Distraction didn't do good things for a man's survival skills. The presence of Alexis, an outdated meeting with the Corruptress, both things that weighed heavy on his mind. Hayden remembered retrieving a dirty shirt and jeans from under the sink, but he forgot all about the torn and bloody reminders of the confrontation in the mines. Even when Kris took the Jeep to run her errands, it didn't occur to him.

Hayden shut the door behind him and dropped his notebook on a low table.

[Thread: Open to Kris!]