It is hard not to look disappointed when the dog leaves him and deprives him of something to keep his hands busy. The look on his face is almost a longing one when he sees her curl up on the couch because he wants her back and that is just plain ridiculous. But everything seems to lean that way today and his fingers comb through his hair, making it stick up even more than before.
Sarge does however snort at the screaming banshee, not just because that's a common description for their mother and he just might feel like muttering something about there being plenty of screaming sounds coming from the bedroom but then he remembers who is around and he swallows that comment. Little Addie doesn't need to hear that. Even if she is not little, he hasn't quite processed that fact yet. And if he sounds a little like he is choking he will gladly blame the dust for it. "We're all in style with the post apocalyptic shabby look here." Because that's the dumbest thing he could come up with right now and he looks down at a lose shirt button that he can fight with for half an hour tonight.