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          "Wendy? Wendy --- I kinda need my shirt. I don't think I            feel comfortable walking around your house withou-----"            Leo pauses, his worries come to life at seeing not his            whatever Wendy was, but her sister. His cheeks tinge            pink and he lets out half a breathy laugh, wishing for a            way to cover himself up. " --- and you're not Wendy."

        Leo couldn't say that he felt like any sort of expert on what         you were supposed to bring for the girl you'd slept with twice,         been robbed by, and then vanished out of her life for three         months without so much as a word. Hell, he wasn't even sure         she'd want to see him at all. But -- he knew he'd feel guilty         just coming back to town and saying nothing. So. He got the         best thing he could come up with, which by his estimation         was pretty damn nice, and gently packed it along with a         bottle of wine before heading out to the Beauchamp house.         His last interaction with Wendy's sister hadn't exactly been         not-weird-and-awkward, but maybe this time would be better.                                                                                                                                                                     He hoped.         Standing just outside the door, he cleared his throat and         he knocked, hoping all of this wouldn't blow up massively         in his face.