Warning: This fic contains RPS! If you don’t like it, please don’t read!
Pairings: Implied Smornby.
Rating: SFW this chapter
Word Count: 1668
Note: Truths are realised, and stories need to be told.Definitely hasn’t been two months since the last chapter oops.
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(Part Eight / Part Ten)
Lewis shifts on the hood of the car. He can smell dog, can hear the faint ba-dum of their heartbeats; the wolves are close. Smith stands in front of him one one side, near the yellow beam of the left headlight, and flexes his hand next to the pistol strapped to his thigh. If it weren’t for the occasional glance in Trott’s direction, Lewis would think that the taut line of Smith’s shoulders was down to fear alone.