Locked to Joe

[billtallent]

Billy was working around the hut, dragging out blankets and pillows to shake them loose of sand before throwing them over low-hanging tree limbs to let them disinfect in the sun. He had once heard or read somewhere that the sun did that. When all the blankets were aired out, Billy went back into the hut, Ozzy nipping and yapping at his heels, and

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[jdick]

When Joe approached the hut, his boots held in one hand, his ankle still bound in the bandage Horatio had given, he paused a few feet away to watch in amusement. Never in his life had he seen Billy look like a housewife, but there is was, plain as fucking day.

"You have dinner on the table for me, too?" he asked as he approached. "Councilman Dick has had a long time." And he knew he had to tell Billy about the letter Dale wrote, but he couldn't help but tease him a little.

[billtallent]

"Fuck you," Billy said, his voice muffled from behind a pile of clothes. He dropped them onto the ground to point at Joe. "Just for that you can air out your own smelly clothes."

[jdick]

"Sorry, what's that?" Joe asked, pointing at his ear, looking amused. "I thought I heard you calling my clothes smelly? That can't be fucking right, man. You'd never say shit like that."

[billtallent]

"Okay, sorry - your clothes don't smell. You, however ... " Billy let his voice trail off, giving Joe a grin. He nodded at Joe's ankle. "What fuck happened to you? You okay?"

Joe was walking on his own, so it couldn't be too bad, but Billy couldn't help the small niggle of concern.