Patrick didn't intend on making Famine wait, considering he had been avoiding this talk for long enough already. He jogged to the door and pulled it open. "Hey," he said sheepishly. He looked much better than when Famine had last seen him, even though he was still thinner than usual. At least he was shaving and brushing his hair, for whatever good that did.
"Come on in. The kids are with George so we've got the place to ourselves. Well and Mai. She's upstairs though, apparently devouring something called Riverdale on the Net Flicks?"