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                          Herbert pressed back against the wall, trying                            to make himself seem far smaller. He lifted                           his medical bag to his chest. “We agree then: no one must get their hands on the reagent. Perhaps there is a back exit…?”

Sharing a bed really really odd to Bud. It had been a while since he had gotten used to Jack's company. Been a long time since he's let anybody into his tiny trust circle. Jack was of course being extremely patient with him of which both Buddy and Arnie really appreciate it. Really and truly. Buddy could feel Jack's arms wrapped around him gently, nuzzling against him. His body flinching slightly, but not as bad as it used to be. It was Jack. It was only Jack. Could use the company tonight he thought. The sleep paralysis and nightmares seemed to have decreased ever since Jack started to room with him on some nightly occasions. "Hey ...." He whispered, ".... rough night?"

——— Seeing the human in front of her didn’t even bother her at this point. She was just sprawled our on her back, purring deeply and swishing her tail lazily about. She was too drunk to realize much of anything.

Buddy had just come home from the pouring rain outside. Arnie wasn’t home at the moment but it seemed that he let Jack in to make himself right at home. Of course he did. Arnie was kind like that, but they both knew Jack enough to trust that they won’t set the apartment on fire. Everything seemed fine when Bud got home. He didn’t really care as he completely soaked from tip to bottom, literally feeling like utter shit that he was in no mood to argue with anybody. Seeing Jack worry about him made him feel off, but again, he wasn’t in much of a mood to crack insults. Jack had grabbed a towel and began drying his soaked hair off. Telling him to remove all of his wet clothes and into dry ones just so he wouldn’t catch a cold. Felt a little too late for that as he could already feel his nose starting to stuff up. “Is this really necessary, man?” Buddy sighed while Jack continued to dry his hair off. As strange as it was, it felt good. He could almost fall asleep like this.

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- During one of Jack’s deliveries, the Queen remained on the bare flatbed attached to the truck and Jack brought her some strange human food while they were staying the night. Now every time they stop in a city’s Chinatown, she always wants noodles and steamed dumplings. But she won’t eat alone, always asking Jack to sit and eat with her.

So this was Peter's home.