[ As promised, Blake arrives twenty minutes later. He's gotten good at gauging the time it takes to get from one point to another. Hell, he doesn't even have to wait for the lift, which feels fortunate enough.
At the door, he sends another text (a simple knock, knock), not possessing what it takes to open the door of his own accord.
In hand, he has several plastic containers, and he's still dressed in his jumpsuit, looking worn but not necessarily tired. Mostly, he's used to these long shifts, but sometimes the days seem extra long.] ]
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At the door, he sends another text (a simple knock, knock), not possessing what it takes to open the door of his own accord.
In hand, he has several plastic containers, and he's still dressed in his jumpsuit, looking worn but not necessarily tired. Mostly, he's used to these long shifts, but sometimes the days seem extra long.] ]