The necklace was cold against his skin, and the acorn hung heavy against his chest. He needed to go, otherwise he would be late. Later than they expected anyway. Dallas always turned up early to meetings he set up, when you were waiting on him, then he could be amazingly vague as to his ETA, but Thunder knew this was important. He felt it should feel more important, and he knew that somewhere there was part of him which should be raging and weeping at the idea that Candy was in danger, but he couldn't find it in him.
He left the house feeling colder than the weather, and didn't bother locking the door.
Perhaps a detour to Candy's might shed some light... a quick one
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