Closed to Erica
John wasn't sure what the mood was about, but only for curiosities sake. It didn't matter really. Erica was feeling shaky, so he'd give support. He headed home as soon as the meeting was over, exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with physical exertion. He wasn't really a meeting kind of guy.
He used his routine, come through the door, take of the gun, lock it up, as a way of decompressing, reminding his body and mind that he was home now, and to take the job off and put it away.
Once that was done, he poked through the rooms in search of Erica.
He used his routine, come through the door, take of the gun, lock it up, as a way of decompressing, reminding his body and mind that he was home now, and to take the job off and put it away.
Once that was done, he poked through the rooms in search of Erica.