While Pickles helped himself to the beer and claimed a chair next to Remy, Miniver tied his hair back and sprawled on the patio near their feet, arms under his head, basking in the warmth. Pickles nudged his husband with a sneaker and chuckled.
"We're okay, the Drummer replied. "You don't look so great, though. So... you gonna tell us what that was all for, or what?" He reached out and flicked Remy's hair lightly.