Napkins, cereal, the cat, and particular Tommy

"I really am sorry about Tommy, by the way. I know he meant a lot to you."

Jay brushes a hand through their rain-soaked hair. "Why? He was just a doll, anyway. Not like he had anything else going on this weekend. Or next weekend."

"Still. Wasn't my place to decide that for him."

"Diana, eat your cereal."

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Or, a weird little oneshot I barely remember writing, about strange people (?) in a strange place.