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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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fluffy stuff to balance out all the serious things

[cactusy]

[At some indeterminate point (but definitely before his battle with Peter), Shaw sidles up to Will on the deck.]

Hey. Look.

[She spreads open the side hole of her hoodie pocket, and a little black and white head pops out: one of the newborn puppies that had popped up during the flood, and are now living in the kennels.

Shaw is maybe grinning, juuuuuust a little.]

aww, Will appreciates!

[empathicfault]

[ Will smiles to see Shaw. But then she shows him a puppy and he erupts into a return grin. ]

Oh, I hadn't heard! Is this one from the flood? Aren't you beautiful?

[ He is already cooing at the little guy (or gal), who looks extremely comfortable in that hoodie pocket. ]

[cactusy]

[The puppy squeaks, which is about all the noise it's capable of at the moment, and squirms forward to suck on Shaw's knuckle.]

B's got people working in shifts, bottlefeeding them around the clock. There's four of them.