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Tristan looked back at his car, hoping the kitten hadn’t managed to escape from her carrier. The black and white fluff ball (that he assumed to be some sort of birman mix, and had affectionately named Panda) had proven herself as quite the Houdini in the past few days -- and the last thing he wanted was a ‘surprise’ somewhere in his truck. He adjusted the strap on his shoulder in the form of an anxious habit; not a pad anxious per se, he was always anxious when it came to visiting Fitz. Though, Tristan would never admit it if you were to ask. “Hey.” It’s the first time in a week that he found himself genuinely smiling, and the muscles in his face are almost glad for the use. “I, uh - I’ve got one more thing to grab in the car,” he said, handing the other the bag on his shoulder.