Wil had been pondering over some writing of his long-suffering novel as Jacob went through the very important work of bedtime routine. He was very glad to be home again. As much as he enjoyed stretching himself mentally with like-minded individuals, he was a bit of a homebody and he'd lived in this house for long enough that he thought he might have grown roots there.
As Jacob came in, he looked up from his laptop on the bed, propped against the pillows.
"She's definitely definitely asleep?" he asked, making sure to save his work. Not that his novel would ever see the light of day and he already had hundreds of draft versions saved. "It was a little close a few days ago..."