Roxanna hadn't heard from Patroclus all weekend, and if she was being honest, she was starting to get worried. She was toying with her phone, thinking about calling him, when the doorbell rang. She got up to answer it, and was faced with an exhausted looking Patroclus. Well at least he hadn't been kidnapped again, and she could stop worrying about that particular terrible scenario.
"Oh dear," was all she said, reaching for his hand. "Come on, come in. You look like you're about to fall down on the porch."