Isaac had been sleeping, dead to the world when Marcus and the owls had disturbed him. He hadn't wanted to deal with it but he knew he owed it to Tracey, she was his wife after all, even if it was in name only.
He had tossed aside the journal after apparating to his flat and falling across his bed. It took too much effort to write or to think about her words or anyone's really. The potion Isolde had given him made it nearly impossible to keep his eyes open at all. He hadn't been in holding long but it had been nearly 48 hours since his last good sleep and his injuries had bled quite a lot while he waited for the imbeciles in the DMLE to process and review his case.
He shifted in his sleep, waking a little when the bed dipped and Tracey kissed him. He managed a small smile as he rolled toward her slightly. "No sorries." he managed sleepily. "I'm sorry." He kept his eyes closed but he was waking slowly.