He wisely chose not to ask how Daniel could have managed to lose six pairs of black socks, shaking his head at the living room's sorry state before following him down the hallway. He paused outside the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe, content to observe his search.
"Forgive me, I was under the impression that it was our lives, not theirs." Vlad didn't particularly like being treated like he was a dog that had bitten someone and now needed to be discussed, and he wasn't going to let Ella and Helena decide what would be best for him without his input. "Stop arguing with me. You are coming, because I know you want to see Ella just as much as I want to see Helena."