Message fourteen, there or thereabouts, is from Jason. Joe hears him clear his throat before saying “Joe, man, seriously, if you get this, call one of us. Torri’s freaking out and Rachel’s glaring at me like I know something, and you know how Rachel gets if she thinks you’re holding out on her. But yeah, just-let us know the two of you are okay, okay? We’re all here for you and shit.* Sequel to Natural Order.
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From the floor, David lets out a little laugh, still mostly joy, but tinged with fear and relief. Joe turns on the couch, leaning on his side of the edge and reaches out, letting his hand settle comfortably on David’s chest. “I think we have a problem.”*
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This. This was something that needed to be taken care of. In a non-traditional sense.*
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