Al had taken seat in the other sofa, filling it up with newspapers and books like he always did wherever he was sitting. When he asked if he needed anything, Dylan just smiled. "Not really, I'm fine," he said. "Just glad to be home, you know?"
He looked at the papers in front of Al. "You'll yell if you're suddenly buried under all that, right? I don't want to have to tell Jamie he doesn't have a baby brother any longer because he was suffocated by attacking newspapers," he teased.