Deimos stayed tethered loosely to his twin, coming close to hook his chin over his light-counterpart's shoulder once or twice before being distracted away again, tugged gently back. He'd been hiking up his jeans all day because although Ares' neighbour wasn't as, well, built as Ares he certainly wasn't the razor-sharp angles and hand-grenade tinyness of Deimos.
He was wearing one of his Daddy's jumpers though, the sleeves coming down over his hands, the hem hanging down past his hips. He yawned through the sleeve, like father like son, and spared a cheeky glance for Triton staring at his daddy. Yeah, they were 'special friends' alright.
He eyed Heddy in his brother's arms and then cast a thoughtful look at Ares, wondering if he could be convinced to hold him like that... yeah, he didn't think so somehow.
He yawned again and blinked sleepily, leaning his head against his twin's shoulder and snuggling in, watching a drug-sniffer dog press itself to the wall and curl it's tail tight between its legs, whimpering. He'd been sending off signals to stop the dogs coming anywhere near them all day, not wanting them to discover Kitty.
He tensed up as his sister-in-law touched him, guarding his bag possessively. "No, I'm okay." he said, smiling at her. He nodded over at Triton and Ares. "They're sharing a room." he said, then snickered.