"Well you get to deal with me trying to make you eat enough for a small army." She grinned at him before leaning down and brushing her daughter's hair. "Be good." At the nod she'd gone into the kitchen.
"He's fine," she offered Patrick after returning the kiss. "He looks hurt yes, but not physically. He won't tell me so I assume it's a private matter. He's in the living room with Ella." Frowning she shook herh ead, "whatever it is, he seems to need company."