Deacon had managed to get some sleep, finally, and he was out cold when Charlie returned. But there was someone who wasn't.
Goblin had been watching them for a while, ever since they'd brought the small crying human home. Goblin didn't really get why it was so upset. He thought staying in Charlie and Deacon's flat was rather fun himself. But this little thing....
Goblin appeared on the back of Charlie's couch, head tilted to the side.