THE KITCHEN: Desi & Zach
Desi was playing the comfortable, easy-going Head. Presenting a front that was at ease with the situation they found themselves in. The truth was he was anything but. He was tense and wary. He feared for his family, for his allies. He would be comfortable only back at the estate in Spain. His home. If he could gather up all he cared for and put them in his estate? He would be a happier man. More at ease. The idea of them being here with unknown factors sent a nasty crawl up his spine and made him antsy. Restless. Like a prowling tiger in a cage. He needed the familiarity of his own territory.
With rolled up sleeves, jacket long since abandoned, he roamed the manor and ended up in the kitchen, filling a glass with ice and water. Sobriety was important right now for him. A drink would relax him some, of course, but he couldn't allow himself such a luxury, even if it would take some fears from his mind. Some worries. Like why, since that night, a certain young ma hadn't spoken to him.
And of course said man was on his mind when he found Desi, leaning against a counter, drinking water. Having not yet risen to a point of seeking him out.