Dan nodded. "He'll be a minute, he says. He sounded tired, so I'll make him a coffee," he said, more than understanding about his dad's weird sleeping pattern returning. "Can I ask Abra to come round as well?"
He finished his own coffee first, smiling as he noticed that the soft singing from the couch had gradually stopped. Glancing over his shoulder just confirmed that Hródolf had almost fallen asleep, and he reached up to check the little braid in his hair without even thinking about it. He was going to have to get used to a whole load more of that, he thought.