( Between the late hour and the incessant ringing, his (3) leaves recognition to be desired. It's a voice and it's a fucking annoyed voice, that much he knows. The brain fog is strong in this tired witch. Gunfire, that doesn't need any placement in memory. It's gunfire.
Ezra gives his husband a look, hits the speaker button and gunfire erupts on the line. )
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Ezra gives his husband a look, hits the speaker button and gunfire erupts on the line. )
Are you looking for me or for David?