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[dog_eat_dog]

“Sure,” she says. Company’s good no matter what, but she decides she’ll be easy on the alcohol. No good risking being even tipsy if more shit crops up. “Tell me if you’re going to be long, yeah? I don’t want to sit here wondering if he took it out on you.”

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"I'll let you know," he promises, with a squeeze to her shoulder.

"Hey - it's a good thing you called me. Okay?"

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She nods. It’s too early to feel relieved — god knows the maybe-infected guy will have his own version of the story, but she trusts that Arthur will understand even if it sounds bad. It always sounds bad when you’ve shot someone.

“Okay. I’m glad I did.”

Otherwise... well, her way of handling problems has never been wholly graceful.

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"He scared the shit outta you. You coulda - just hidden away. But you reached out."

He squeezes her shoulder again.

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“Was planning to at first,” she admits. “Nobody‘s going to understand this. Larry’s going to be pissed, probably.”

He probably looks like that under those bandages, too, if it really is some radiation thing.

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"Fuck Larry," Arthur says. He doesn't know Larry that well. "Let him be pissed."

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Tess just shakes her head. Larry likes wardens, and that makes him a risk.

"I don't need more enemies here, nor do I need him spreading around my business," Tess remarks. No way to avoid that now, though, and she'll deal with it the same way she'll deal with anything else. "We'll just have to see what happens."

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"I'll report back, don't you worry. Come on. Try and - distract yourself, or somethin'."

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She sits down on the edge of her bed like all the energy has left her body.

"I'll try," she replies.

She's sure she has an unread book or something lying around. She knows she sure isn't going to nap or anything.