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destroyed his old home. Memories of her still burned brightly, there was no doubt of this, but mere remembrance paled in comparison to actual, tangible experiences.
    Why the hell didn’t you act on your feelings much earlier, Gage? he questioned of himself, lowering his head toward the dirt. A trail of ants marched their way across the path. There would have been more time, more memories as a couple...
    Perhaps that was a good thing, a proverbial blessing in disguise. He could only imagine the torment he would be feeling right now had they had years of memories together instead of the few moments they did share.
    Who are you trying to fool, Gage?
    The voice in his head was right of course. Indeed, he had known her – Joey as well – for over a year and he did have memories to fall back on, to mull over, and to cry over. They were like family to him and he knew that he would have the same damn feelings of regret and sadness if this had been Joey.
    Speaking of his dark haired partner, Gage heard the front door close and saw him there on the front steps, stretching in nothing but a pair of snug red underwear. Gage propped himself up on the side of the lean-to, crossed his arms, and watched from afar.
    Joey had talked back and forth with himself about putting on a pair of jeans or something for modesty, but he was admittedly feeling quite lazy and it was already pretty warm, so it made perfect sense to just get this morning’s tasks done as-is. After all, despite everything that had happened, there was still a part of him that took pleasure in Gage noticing. He threw on a pair of old flip flops that he kept on the porch and made his way over to the not-so-pretty GMC.
    Resting on one of the shattered headlights he closed his hand and gave it a little fist bump. “You did well, girl,” he said, remembering all the times the truck had carried them to and from missions. Moving on, he walked around to the truck bed. The last time he had gotten in, all three of them were about to cleanse a coven and he was showing off some nice new tech that he had whipped together.
    Well done J! Adrienne’s voice said to him, echoing in his mind.
    He resisted the desire to cry, but the tears had certainly welled up to blur his vision. Wiping them away, he set to opening up the right side box and pulled out one of the large boxes Gage had brought back with him from his dad’s cellar. A few more boxes were tucked in behind it, the space being much larger on the inside than the outside. He was enormously thankful that the expansion wards remained unbroken during the crash. It would have been a travesty if the priceless items and notes were lost. Joey truly hoped there was something in there that could lead to more innovations or ways of reinforcing the property’s defenses.
    He pushed the substantial container to the end of the bed and got down onto the grass, turning to pick it up before carrying it some way down to the workshop. It was times like these that he was thankful he worked out, though he could definitely do with some extra cardio. By the time he arrived at the workshop, he was panting deeply. He shuffled over, careful not to drop the box, and touched one of the wards on the door with his pinky. It sprung open, allowing him to step inside.
    Gage smiled, always impressed by Joey’s drive. Just like Adrienne had been. He watched as Joey bounded diligently out of the shop to retrieve another box from the truck.
    Gage eyed the axe sitting against the chopping block. Should you do some more cutting or to head over to the JSF? he asked himself. Looking to the stack of ample wood already stored, he decided on the latter. They both needed time for some additional conversation, especially while the freshness of recent events still remained.
    “Hey there, my man!” Gage shouted across the way to Joey, who was struggling to carry the second box down the pathway. He arrived a few moments later, having casually sprinted over to him. “Oh here,