75 Godiva, Fridday

Eliot was having another "every ice pack in the house" kind of day. He didn't remember a lot from the past few days beyond overwhelming hunger, but he was reasonably certain at one point he'd fallen off a roof. Every part of him ached.

Eliot groaned as he draped a fresh ice pack across the back of his neck. Val looked up from where she was lounging at his feet (she been refusing to leave his side since he'd relocated her last night), ears perked and tail wagging. He reached down gingerly and rubbed her ears.

"I'm getting too goddamn old for this, girl."

Val barked softly and licked his fingers. He was pretty sure she didn't disagree.

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