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He’s sweaty.
It’s not something new, but it’s also not something that’s comfortable. His uniform is sticking to him in awkward places and his bangs are glued to his face. Eventually, he deigns to just push them back, behind his ears.
He’s caught his breath and his mouth is aching for water when he decides to head back inside. The training areas around the compound are convenient if nothing else.
It’s as he enters the kitchen that he notices something is off about the house. The feeling - the air is different somehow. It nags at him as he grabs his glass and fills it. He doesn’t drink until he satisfies his curiosity, enters the family room, where the sensation is strongest.
A swig allows him the time to figure out the words he seems to lose as he looks upon a familiar intruder.
“Nice of you to stop by, Dad. It might have been nicer had you let us know you were coming, though.”
So I could have stayed somewhere else.
