_{[ Where the hell else is he supposed to go? Cedric won’t let him in the house without trying to shackle him to the fireplace (or something), and it’s not like he’s got any relatives left to show for –– this girl is his last resort.}

     _{He’s knocked on the door already. Twice, actually, and if she doesn’t answer soon, he’ll just have to settle for dying in his own damn company.}

   _{When the door swings open, his finger is paused on one of his canines, sore and only getting sorer. He yanks it out of his mouth. And it must seem odd, him standing there, looking like he’s just been through war. ]}

            _“Hi.”