#it is a candle whump fic without a haircut?

[abubblingcandle]

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Thank you for all the hoard roses!! Ch5 of Karma has hit 10k tonight and so to celebrate here's a little bit!

Roy lingered in the doorway taking in the scene for a moment before he was noticed. Jamie was sat on a chair up on the random box seat with a towel wrapped around his shoulders. He was grinning in the way that Roy had so painfully missed while he was gone and looking around at the hype team that did consist of all of the greyhounds. Isaac was in full flight, scissors carefully trimming away the walnut mist tips and cleaning up the area around Jamie’s newly healed head wound. Jamie was glowing in centre stage and there was a low thrum of banter that kept the sides of his eyes constantly crinkled. The pessimist in Roy really hoped he had medical clearance for this but there was no way that Roy was interrupting this moment to find out. Jamie needed the team. The team needed Jamie. The power of a fucking Isaac McAdoo haircut. God when had Roy become such a sentimental bastard? Damn you Ted Lasso.