He closed the door behind Thaumas, minding the bag coming through the doorway. Did he always put up with Thaumas' self-invitations? It was so long ago...
Not that it was an inconvenience. The house felt empty. Amphitrite had up and left sometime in his absence, Triton was off... somewhere, doing his Tritonly things and Triteia... well, who knew? He hardly saw her anymore. He was just a lonely old man in a house, unfinished business left and right constantly at the back of his mind.
"Room upstairs is vacant." Again. He had housed his family members and even his nephew there once, but things had been different not so many months ago.