[Wash grins back and stumbles ahead. He does, in fact, have his keys on him, and he fumbles open the door.
It really isn't much to look at; there's what can charitably be called a bed, and a couple of crates serving as a table and... well, not a whole lot else. He'd left York's place before really getting settled.]
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It really isn't much to look at; there's what can charitably be called a bed, and a couple of crates serving as a table and... well, not a whole lot else. He'd left York's place before really getting settled.]