"No, Aaron isn't in bed," he said, striding through the room with oil smeared on his fingertips and his hand in a bandage. "My body clock is completely fucked and I ain't been able to sleep in days." He wiped his oiled fingers on the back of his jeans. "Far as I can tell, there's no reason why I can't get the electric back on for the whole house, except for the fact it's just not working."
He was drawn, exhausted, edgy and irritable. "You holding up okay? Must be murder at your brother's with all those kids, sleeping patterns all screwed up."