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[nowait_letme]

Chainsaw wakes up, snuggles into the empty bed with a sigh, and reviews last night's events fondly in his head.

...Wait.

Wait.

The next fifteen minutes see him dressed, showered, out of there, and knocking somewhat urgently on Nita Callahan's door.

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[nita_callahan]

Muffled shifting noises.

Groggy: "Minute--"

The door opens to reveal Nita in pajama bottoms and a camisole, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

"Chainsaw? Morning. What's up?"

[nowait_letme]

"Can I come in?"

He looks...

'Agitated' about covers it.

[nita_callahan]

She frowns. Chainsaw looking anything but amused or lustful is pretty unusual; upset is . . . upsetting.

"Yeah, sure." She steps back, stifling a yawn. "I think I'll make some coffee. You want any?"

[nowait_letme]

"...Sure."

He follows her in and closes the door gently, the motion overcareful, as though he's reluctant to let himself get even slightly out of hand.

A breath. Two.

If he doesn't spit it out now, he never will. He can trust Nita. She might be able to help.

"...Somebody's been messing with my head."