Sheehan's cabin doesn't quite look like a cabin at first. The front room is all office, floor to ceiling bookshelves dominating the space. The shelves are filled with books of all sorts - psychology and medical and poetry and classical literature. The keen eye may even notice a stack of comics piled over to one side. But aside from his jacket draped over the chair behind a grand wooden desk, there's nothing that really speaks to the man living inside.
There are a few doors off from the main room, but he doesn't open any of them just yet. He holds her close instead, pulling her into a kiss.
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Sheehan's cabin doesn't quite look like a cabin at first. The front room is all office, floor to ceiling bookshelves dominating the space. The shelves are filled with books of all sorts - psychology and medical and poetry and classical literature. The keen eye may even notice a stack of comics piled over to one side. But aside from his jacket draped over the chair behind a grand wooden desk, there's nothing that really speaks to the man living inside.
There are a few doors off from the main room, but he doesn't open any of them just yet. He holds her close instead, pulling her into a kiss.