[It's definitely a thing that's happening. IT's been happening for a few minutes, actually. There's only one light on, and Bond is in an arm chair, his legs stretched out in front of him. He's been rubbing the cat's neck for a while, and he doesn't really notice when the door opens, head propped against one hand.
He's miserable enough to pet a fucking cat. This place sucks.]
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He's miserable enough to pet a fucking cat. This place sucks.]