#dylcnwright

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It felt like deja vu, opening the door to see Dylan standing there like she had when she first came to town. She didn’t seem like she was in nearly as much distress, though, having come in one piece instead of badly injured like last time, or with who knows what kind of people possibly close on her trail. It was a relief and a welcome change. “Hey,” he greeted, opening the door wider to let her in, closing it behind them as he walked with her toward the living room. “Is everything okay? You know you’re always welcome, but I wasn’t expecting to see anyone this late.” Then again, these days, everything felt out of whack. So much had happened in such a short amount of time that he wasn’t sure anyone was sleeping right or doing all that well. Sighing, he gently put an arm around Dylan’s shoulders. “Come on. Let’s get some food, and you can tell me what’s on your mind.”

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“Only the cookies? What about the spiked eggnog, the questionable fruitcake that seems to appear out of nowhere and, most importantly, the presents.” He grinned, trying to build her excitement. “Make sure you save a couple for Santa.” Glancing around at the people around them, including the younger members of the pack. “Maybe pocket a few to bring them home so you don’t need to make any.” Adam’s whisper was anything but quiet, more than loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.