Patrick mewled a bit as the sunlight hit his eyes. "Nooooo," he whined, and Padraig had had enough. He hadn't even been in the house longer than a minute and he was done.
"Patrick, get your feckin' arse off that sofa and into the shower. Now."
Patrick gazed up at Padraig silently, but at least he had stopped drinking. Now he just looked terrified.
"This has gone on too long. I know you're sad Clio isn't here right now, but she's going to come back and do you want her to come back to this? You've trashed her house and you haven't been taking care of your kids. You think she's going to appreciate any of that? You smell. You need to shave. Get up."
People had been tiptoeing around those subjects for a while, but no one had come out and said it all at once, and in such a commanding voice. Patrick didn't even argue, he just scampered away from the both of them and the bathroom door closed a moment later.