Condolences
Alex had officially been part of the Order for less than a week, but he’d lost no time familiarizing himself with what members he could. When he realized the scope of the loss among the ranks, the grief and destruction wrought, he’d gone into a three-day spiral of stress-baking. He couldn’t raise the dead, and he couldn’t go out and find the people who committed the horrible acts, but he could certainly fulfill a social role.
For example: bring food and an attentive ear to the Order members who were most emotionally vulnerable at the moment. Goodness knew that his husband didn’t have the time or emotional bandwidth to put even more responsibility on his shoulders.
He hefted the basket of food higher in his hands, and knocked on Edgar Bones’ door.
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