Zack was... kind of quiet as he came through the door, a printout from the shelter computer in hand. He'd been given some unexpected food for thought today, after all, and after an entire shift spent ruminating on it, well, he was kind of at a loss for what else to do. It wasn't that things were still weird between them or anything. Not by a long shot. But still..
Unexpected.
The sound of the radio and the smell of lemon-scented cleaners caught him first, and he smiled faintly, weirdly caught by the oddly domestic scene. By the time he rounded the corner to find her on the sofa, he'd folded up the papers again and had them tucked safely into his pocket.
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Date: 2018-05-08 11:55 am (UTC)Unexpected.
The sound of the radio and the smell of lemon-scented cleaners caught him first, and he smiled faintly, weirdly caught by the oddly domestic scene. By the time he rounded the corner to find her on the sofa, he'd folded up the papers again and had them tucked safely into his pocket.
"Someone's been cleaning, huh?"