Dancing Around the Four Sides

Heh. Sometimes I think the older I get the more I hurt myself -- burning my fingers, walking into the coffee table, backing into an open door, bumping my head on the wide-open freezer door. Gah. It's pathetic.

Totally understand about triggers -- I find it terribly difficult to read any sort of Hurt!House fic (I know, go figure). You could probably read most of Part One and all of the Epilogue, but as I said to warmdarkwoman, the story overall has some distinct echoes of Welcome To Wherever You Are, which was pretty darn angsty.

Chango has not barked at anything, although she has growled, but we don't know at what. Something only she could see, obviously. *g8