[ Tess has joked before that Joel is her impulse control, the last stand between her and her absolute worst ideas, and here feels like one of those moments: if anyone else implied she should fold anyone’s laundry but her own, she might have slugged them, but this is Joel. They might have never been honest with each other about their feelings but they have been partners, and she has stayed up late talking with him about random shit, and she has teased him while he fixed the leaky pipes under her sink, and they have shared hot water and tins of tuna and nursed each others’ wounds. They have been, between the murder and the lean times, domestic.
She settles for an eye roll, a dry laugh as she walks in and picks up a basket to move it to the couch. ]
You’re calling me over to fold laundry, there better be something real good in this for me.
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She settles for an eye roll, a dry laugh as she walks in and picks up a basket to move it to the couch. ]
You’re calling me over to fold laundry, there better be something real good in this for me.