Abi left him to put the gun away as she peeked in on Charlie. The angel, or maybe he was a sneaky devil, was still asleep and she didn't have the heart to wake him when his arm was wrapped around Rupert and his thumb in his mouth. She'd give him another ten minutes while she got the apartment tidied and his snack ready. He was far too gorgeous when he slept like a baby, all curled up together with his best friend.
Shutting the door a little, she tip toed away and into the kitchen to make his snack. In a way, she thought, her two boys were very similar people. They both knew what she was thinking, for the most part, and how much she just needed a hug sometimes. Charlie had the remarkable capacity for empathy and wasn't above teaching people a lesson on how to be nice to each other. Hemingway also knew the human psyche like a textbook and could always tell her moods easy.
She grabbed an apple and hummed softly as she rooted around for peanut butter in the bottom cabinet.