Opening the door, he nearly did a double take into the mirror behind him. Hooch. Hooch, pushing his shades back up onto his head, and re-shouldering the bergan. Hooch, standing in the doorway. Been thinking. Two words, more than usual. Been around a bit. Six, speech worthy of a national holiday. Looking for a station now. Eleven, whole fucking fireworks. "Central station. Thirteen, and the heavens came down for Matt. You still offering? Sixteen, and the world stopped spinning. Matt stood thinking for a while, not a muscle in his face twitched. Then stepped aside, gestured the other man to follow him. Closed the door. One condition. Hoochs brows rose for a split second. Matt broke into a grin at last, which threatened to split his face. Promise not to talk too much.
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