Curiously, Kevin watched the way Michael and Dorcas interacted. There was something charming about it, the hopeful way he looked at her. Cute, even -- despite the urge to mock, as all good friends would. His curiosity was easily distracted by the mention of nightmares. His attention was directed to Dorcas and then to Ant. The crease above his brow and the look in his eyes were question enough as to whether Anthony was okay that he didn't feel the need to voice it.
"As long as we both agree on that," Kevin laughed, his attention turning back to Michael. "I'm diving behind you the moment everything goes south. Like a scared, tiny kitten."
Kevin nudged Anthony just a little, nodding in the direction of the cushion pile. "Freestyle it, Mikey."