He was much calmer than when he first came into the flat, and Mona could have guessed he had dosed before coming back from his bedroom. She didn't blame him. She felt like sneaking a toke from her little stash at the moment up on the roof.
"S'okay. I'm not very hungry either," she admitted, squeezing his hand. She moved her feet so he could sit down.
Mona glanced over to the twins, rolling her eyes and sighed. "They've been arguing over those fucking antlers all day," she muttered to him, then scooted over.
"Do you want to go for a nap? I can wake you up in a few hours. Unless you want to talk about it...?"