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And now, peace and quiet. He slumps against the bathroom door frame, shutting his eyes, fully expecting the relief and exhaustion after all that. He doesn't expect the wistful unhappiness at being left alone.

Weird.

He shoves it aside, like everything else, and sees about that blanket nest he'd been anticipating. That, at least, is as comforting as he'd hoped, especially with a knife securely in one pocket.