#oh bobby...

[lourainwoods-in-the-woods]

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

[bodejustice]

" I have mace. I can go home. " In fact, home sounds like a good idea. Not that he doesn't appreciate the blanket he's been swathed in, but he misses his beaten up old couch he scavenged from a foreclosed house and has a special hankering for the last couple toaster strudels sitting in his freezer. " I'll be safe. I shouldn't stay here if you don't want me here? "

“You’re high and I’m in no condition to drive you home. You’re staying here.”

The little lawyer’s cruel prank notwithstanding, Bobby would not cut corners on safety and good sense. A terrible, nightmarish evening was no excuse for not looking after those he served and protected.

Besides. There was nothing in his apartment that Apollo could further get high on. He tucked Apollo in a little more under the blanket.