OOM of sorts. The Garage. Dinner time.

[onceaviking]

{from here}

He glances up and pockets his phone again, walking over to the bench. Letting a hand drop on Jay's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

Letting his fangs drop.

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[onceaviking]

{ooc: it was! And now bad is it, that I am already eager for when we get to season four. To have Eric go, "Do I know you? Are we, - friends?"

[runningred]

{ooc: Do it! Do it! Jay's going to struggle to answer that question honestly and without letting his own feelings get in the way. Can't wait!}