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“A fuckin’ trash pit…”
Despite herself, Connie laughs as she moves to help him set the washing machine. They’ll put it on once he’s finally taken a shower. He’s quietly pissed and she can’t help smiling at the way he rolls his eyes.
“I’m going to shower…”
They had, at least, found something of use. Still Connie knew Cyrus was not going to be happy until they put the child killer behind bars, it was part of what made her love him so much. Still, she had to admit, he had smelt pretty awful. Later he curls around her with a sigh and she smiles, kissing his shoulder lightly.