Dan fed Azzie, narrowly avoiding tripping over him as he wound his way around and between Dan's feet, and then glanced round the apartment to make sure it was tidy. The spare room was fine, his room was fine other than an unmade bed, and the main living area had a couple of books (not either of his... their books, thank fuck) sitting on the kitchen table. He gathered up the books and put them back in his room, and then quickly pulled the covers up on the bed. And then he stuck his head back out the front door to check on his dad.
"Do you want me to put something on the door?" he asked.