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Harry walked in to find his blood-covered husband at the sink, swearing.
"Did you break the garbage disposal again?"
"No?"
Harry gave him a look.
"Yes..."
"How many times do I have to tell you, it isn't for disposing of bodies! Damnit Tom! Weigh them down and throw them in the lake like I do!"
"Fine... I'll do that..."
"And?"
Tom sighed. "I'll shower, buy a new sink and garbage disposal, and plan to spend my weekend installing them."
"Good boy," Harry said, rewarding him with a kiss. "Get that done, and we can go stalking together on Morrington Avenue."