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Loudmouth set his bag on the floor just inside the doorway and slipped off his shoes at the same time. He headed over to where Rabble was sitting in front of the TV and flopped on the floor next to him. Rabble smiled, lifting his arm, and Loudmouth laid down, resting his head on his friend’s thigh. When Rabble started to brush fingers through his hair, he finally, finally relaxed, his eyes going a little unfocused as he watched whatever show was playing, before finally closing. The late afternoon sun was a golden-pink blanket, warm as it filtered through the thin curtains to cover them; with that, the soft drone of the TV on low, and Rabble’s fingers running through his hair, the rest of the world didn’t have to exist for a little while. Loudmouth let his eyes slip shut and fell asleep, comfortable and safe and content.