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Always right up to the whistle - even when there's two of us... *g*

Where All This Started
by HambelandJemima and Slantedlight

Something was wrong with Bodie. Doyle watched him through slitted eyes from the sofa, the way he gathered the detritus of their meal together; plates clanked into a pile, cutlery jangled on top, a bottle of brown sauce and one of ketchup in his other hand, and then off to the kitchen.

It wasn’t that Bodie never cleared away after they’d eaten together - but he never did it without at least a token complaint, and a quiet Bodie was usually something to worry about. He’d been in a strange mood all night in fact, either too hail-fellow-well-met and matey jokes, or oddly serious and… quiet. As if, Doyle thought suddenly, he was waiting for something, and didn’t know whether it was going to be a good something or the kind of something that required gritted teeth and clenched fists. He’d been funny about coming over in the first place, come to think of it, as if…

( Bodie's head poked around the door... )