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November 25th, 2018 Companion Piece to “Sands of Time” Little Monks Garage, early evening He’d stared at his phone for longer than he should have. Why was this so hard? Absent from civilization the last few days, the buzz of the moon was still on his skin. Relatively unscathed in his new vault set-up though, that was setting up to be a novel success. When he’d returned to his apartment, Mack still hadn’t been there, their unusual on again off again relationship satiating whatever need she had to keep her autonomy. Of course, the fact she never really left his senses because she was all over his apartment was a hell he had now to deal with daily. Not so much a hell, as a reality. She was ingrained in his bones. The cat wanted her around, he wanted her around, and his demure and polite status when she was there made him wonder if it was the reason she didn’t stay permanently. Maybe she didn’t feel he wanted her there, but when she pushed and brought out the sass he kept so tightly controlled it was very evident he wanted her company. Brows furled at the permanent part. Huff was quiet, looking at his truck again in the bay. It was something he couldn’t fix, and he was pretty competent in that area. She was definitely the one that could. It was time to search for a new vehicle, even with his immaculate care of the thing vehicles didn’t last forever. Phone flipped open and he dialed. Voicemail. [kai]Hi Mack, I’m at Monks and I could use a hand if you’re free. I’m going to try and see what I can do, if I don’t hear from you in an hour I’m going to head home.[/kai] Home. Their home? His home? Crash pad? Did she feel she needed permission to return when it was “safe”? Phone clicked shut and he left his Pea Coat on the rack, pushing up the sleeves of his charcoal colored Henley and pulling his Navy beanie closer around his ears. Hood was already up, the guys had gone home for the day and the owner was working on her own projects. She’d given him rein a while ago because Mack was always involved. Skin prickled again, he was too close out of a change to be around her… but… how would he learn to control it? It definitely wasn’t by avoiding, and the mysticism surrounding his changes had to be tackled eventually. But first, he needed to fix his truck.