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It was a rainy, crapass day.
So rainy, in fact, that John hadn't thought much of letting Temperance run out into it, but he hadn't thought much of her kicking him in the balls, either, so he let her go. Left inside with his thoughts and only the sound of the rain for company, however, was proving to be a less than satisfactory way to spend the afternoon.
He'd sent Scorpy outside with a rainhat and a pail to play, and without a chaperone, John's thoughts bounced between the explosion that'd nearly killed Mayko - twice - and the increasingly dark circles under his wife's eyes.
At first he'd thought she might be coming down with something, but she never seemed to get a fever. Then he thought that maybe it was Ginger. He knew that Temperance was a professional and certainly not afraid of a little gore, but Ginger had been a child, and once John had managed to crawl out of his own grief, he thought that perhaps Temperance's fatigue was more of the same.
But that didn't seem to be the case, either.
She wasn't cheating on him - he'd have heard a speech about how fidelity waxed and waned depending on the culture by now, and he was pretty sure she wasn't a superhero, sneaking out of their hut in the dead of night in a Wonder Woman costume.
So why the hell was Temperance so damn tired all the time?
So rainy, in fact, that John hadn't thought much of letting Temperance run out into it, but he hadn't thought much of her kicking him in the balls, either, so he let her go. Left inside with his thoughts and only the sound of the rain for company, however, was proving to be a less than satisfactory way to spend the afternoon.
He'd sent Scorpy outside with a rainhat and a pail to play, and without a chaperone, John's thoughts bounced between the explosion that'd nearly killed Mayko - twice - and the increasingly dark circles under his wife's eyes.
At first he'd thought she might be coming down with something, but she never seemed to get a fever. Then he thought that maybe it was Ginger. He knew that Temperance was a professional and certainly not afraid of a little gore, but Ginger had been a child, and once John had managed to crawl out of his own grief, he thought that perhaps Temperance's fatigue was more of the same.
But that didn't seem to be the case, either.
She wasn't cheating on him - he'd have heard a speech about how fidelity waxed and waned depending on the culture by now, and he was pretty sure she wasn't a superhero, sneaking out of their hut in the dead of night in a Wonder Woman costume.
So why the hell was Temperance so damn tired all the time?