WHO St David, Rhiannon WHEN Tuesday night WHERE Patrick's place WHAT recapping the recovery WARNINGS none/tba
David came into the lounge carrying two mugs of tea, and set one down on the coffee table before he sank down into what had unofficially become "his" armchair with a sigh.
"Well. Another day done." He closed his eyes a moment, listening. Upstairs, the twins were both in bed, the door to their room closed. He'd looked in to say good night ten minutes before, and found he didn't want to go back to his own bed again yet. Couldn't. And yet again he'd padded downstairs in his robe and slippers for a late-night chamomile tea in the hopes it would ease him off for sleep.
Rhiannon had been downstairs this time, as she often was, because their lack of ability to rest in the evenings was something they had in common.
"Where did you say Patrick was tonight?" David asked with a slight frown, trying to remember if his brother was in the house or out of it.