That was loud. Was that loud? She’s pretty sure the doorknob just went through the drywall, but she’d barely touched it? Whatever, it’s fine. Slip in, don’t forget to lock it- all the locks. Quietly!! He’s probably sleeping. ( It doesn’t occur to her that he might not be here- )

But the television is on- she recognizes the bluish flicker and sluggish, stealth footsteps take her nearer to it.

     “—Bruce?” The whisper comes out a bit louder than intended and she cringes. That second ( third? ) shot was probably not the best idea. Knees knock against the back of the couch that’s abruptly jumped toward her- when the hell? Maria squints down at him. “What’re you doing up?”


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