Olive stops, worry crossing her expression. "Seriously?" she asks. "Jesus." She can't help wondering if they're all to blame kind of, if it was that party last night that did it. Whether that's the case or not, though, doesn't matter so much as the fact that it's happened at all. Heading up to the door, she pulls out her keys. "Chris, that's awful. Come on, come in, you can stay with us." She doesn't have to ask Eduardo to know he'll agree entirely.
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Date: 2013-01-12 04:19 pm (UTC)