#stcnehearted

[jasperxknox]

Jasper rubbed at his eyes as he fumbled with his keys, absently looking for the one Savannah had given him the moment he’d moved to Silver Creek. Sure, he could go home to his own apartment, where silence and the cold would be the only things to greet him. But, the warmth of comfort Savannah’s place afforded was much, much more appealing. 

He shouldered his way in, stepping clumsily out of his shoes before discarding his backpack on the floor. He found his way to Savannah’s bedroom with ease, snorting, not surprised to find she was also passed out. He didn’t even bother getting undressed before falling into the bed beside her. “Move over,” he grumbled, like he hadn’t just invited himself into her house and helped himself to her soft, soft bed. 

Damn. He really needed to invest in the same kinda mattress Savannah had. 

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[drheartland]

Elliot frowned, hand twitching as he fixed his tie for the fifth time. He really shouldn’t feel as awkward as he did, sitting alone in a Veterinarian’s office, looking suspect as he waited around without an animal. 

But, he wasn’t here to get a pet’s health check, though he was very seriously thinking about checking his own health.

He felt sweaty. Was he sweating? Shit, he was sweating, wasn’t he? 

It’d been several years since he’d last seen Savannah. Since he’d gone and reenlisted, leaving without a word. He expected time to dull the silly affection he held for the eldest Moore sibling. But, perhaps that old saying was right. Absence did make the heart grow fonder. 

At the first sight of blonde hair pulled up in a tight bun, Elliot stood, his grip on a pretty bouquet of roses tightening anxiously. 

“These,” he said, clearing his throat. “They’re for --” you. “--the office.”

Elliot pressed his mouth into a thin, hard line. Idiot. Crap. “Hey, Sav,” he said instead, hoping he came off more charming than he felt. 

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[jasperxknox]

Okay, Jasper would admit it. He’d gone a little hard on the alcohol. He wasn’t usually a drinker. Didn’t have the time, usually, and it wasn’t like there was a lot in his life worth celebrating outside of Savannah. Until now, he supposed. He could admit it, in the sanctity of his own mind. Carson made him happy and yeah, that made him a sap. But, was it really so wrong to enjoy his own happiness?

He’d split from Carson earlier -- new as they were, he’d have the man to himself later that night. Now, now was time for his best friend who he had, regrettably, been neglecting. 

The fact that he was also a bit drunk probably wasn’t earning him any brownie points. Still, he grinned over at Savannah, like an utter fool. “Wanna go get our faces painted?” he asked, jutting a thumb over his shoulder, stumbling slightly, almost falling over, only to right himself and snort. 

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