Quiet, eating ice cream, Garret watched Lloyd fuss about like he did, tidying and making things orderly and generally being a big old mother hen. It was adorable. He'd missed this. When Llody stood before him, Garret scooted forward a little, wrapping his legs around Lloyd's thighs and dragging him close, close enough that he could wrap those legs around the demon's waist and hold him in place.
"First, eat this," he instructed, holding up a spoonful for Lloyd. He wasn't going to take no. "Then relax. You've gone far too long without a mess in your house, I'm amazed you haven't self destructed." Sometimes, Lloyd needed therapy too, and in this case it was mess therapy. And to further along the treatment, Garret set down the ice cream for a carton and pulled off his shirt, tossing it over Lloyd's head and letting it land in the middle of the kitchen floor. "Leave it!" he said firmly, hooking his ankles together so Lloyd couldn't escape.