right/good
(wolf/nichols, set near the end of 1x07, 855 words)
He hadn’t expected to be the last to leave. Carol, at the very least, always seems perfectly content to engage with Wolf on a personal level, and that alone should’ve put her in a position to be the one seeking or offering comfort here, lingering near the stairs in Wolf's home while the sun struggles to rise. Instead, with paperwork signed and transport complete and a deep breath taken, she’d hugged Wolf and offered a quiet pre-dawn goodbye with the rest of them.
And with the banister behind him for support, only Josh remains.
Sighing, he looks toward the front door, closed with him on the wrong side of it, then Josh meets Wolf’s tired eyes and almost asks why Wolf isn’t nearly as confused by his presence as he is. He doesn’t want the answer, though—not after a night full of stars none of them could’ve wished upon—and he clears his throat to try something else instead.
“You did the right thing.”
“So you said,” Wolf replies with a sad almost-smile and a nod in the direction of the living room. “Before.”
“Yeah, I—it’s not just that,” Josh continues. “You did the good thing.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve bothered to parse those definitions for an audience willing to listen. Right. Good.” Wolf studies him a beat too long, then shakes his head and turns for the kitchen. “You want some coffee?”