Teddy yawned, running his hands through his already ruffled hair as he made his way down the stairs. He didn't know who it was downstairs making all the racket, but he wasn't happy. He liked sleeping in until at least ten. The cinema didn't open until eleven most days, and Teddy did like his sleep. Then again, he worked late, so he deserved a lay in.
Teddy hadn't exactly been avoiding Victoire... he'd just made sure he wasn't around when she was. It wasn't that he blamed her, or didn't love her any more; it was just so so hard to stay calm when he was around her. He should have killed Damien when he had the chance; ripped his head off like he'd wanted to. He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but he couldn't help but get the urge to go back and finish the job properly every time he saw Victoire.
Jumping the last step of the stairs, Teddy turned through into the living room. "Dude, it's early!" he said through another yawn, one hand up to shield his eyes from the light streaming in the windows.