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[benedictbecky]

With the general explanation, or conspiracy theory, depending on how you wanted to see it, floating around that all the crazy crap that had gone down on Halloween was just things people here were scared of-- well, Becky felt pretty damn lucky in the end. After all, she knew without dancing around it that she was most scared of Gail showing up and

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[mr_demonology]

Wesley found her with ease, approaching with soft footfalls and barely pausing as he brushed a palm over her hair, leaning down to place himself on her level. "Becky?" he whispered, gently.

[benedictbecky]

Becky jumped, tumbling out of her chair. Whoops, looked like that fight or flight syndrome was stuck on flight. She took a couple of seconds to catch her breath, and then looked up.

"Hey, Wes."

[mr_demonology]

He couldn't help the sympathetic look upon his face as he gently continued to stroke her hair. "Pleasant dreams? Or perhaps nightmares?" he asked, voice heavy and quiet.

[benedictbecky]

"Try no dreams at all," said Becky. "Wasn't deep enough asleep for any. It's been kinda crazy at the clinic and all." She closed her eyes again, leaning into the touch. "Lotta people got hurt."