Pairing/s: Matt / Becker
Rating: PG
Notes: For

Moss eyed the keys that Becker had left on the seat. He kept trying to reach them through the cracked-open window but his arm wasn’t long enough.
On the passenger seat, Moss tipped his head to one side as Becker made gestures indicating for Moss to push the keys closer.
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Matt laughed. “He doesn’t understand.”
“He does,” Becker insisted, looking back through the window. “Moss, fetch the keys.”
“Just call the AA! You locked your keys, and a wolf, in your car; it happens all the time. Well, maybe not the wolf.”
“No. He can do it. Come on, Moss…”
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