"PHO!" Deimos exulted, scrambling up and out of their Uncle's lap and latching himself to his brother's arm, tugging him towards the bed. "Where have you BEEN you naughty brother, come and sit down with me and Uncle Pol, oh, Uncle Pol is here too..." he chattered.
Puppy had been disturbed by Deimos' sudden movement off the bed but he made a huffing sound that came out sounding far too exasperatedly human for a dog and went back to sleep. Deimos pulled Phobos to the bed, arranged himself back in his uncle's lap and promptly used Puppy as a footrest. Puppy didn't seem to mind.