each other on the shoulder, and... they were friends? Caulin exchanged glances with Murphy and beckoned him around the counter. Murphy had been much thinner when Caulin had initially gotten to know him, but he’d been putting on weight since then. He looked much healthier now, and better than the night he’d gotten drunk. “This isn’t some sort of weird double-date, is it?” Murphy frowned. “No. But you smell like you might be in heat.” “Yeah, I am.” Murphy’s gaze cut worriedly to Jones. “He’s fine,” Caulin whispered. “He has Emmy’s approval.” At that, Murphy gave a rare snort of amusement. “Emmy
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