"I'm sure she's safe, that's what matters," Chris stroked his fingers through Toby's hair before he headed to grab a sweater to wear, "Anyway, I thought you'd maybe do like the paper work shit. You worked for Sister Pete for what was it, like five years? I thought, you know, since I'm shit with filing and taxes and the like, you could do that kind of thing. If you wanted. I don't know, was just a fucking idea. Here," He tossed a sweater to Toby, "It's cold out," He left the room to go get his own boots on, the sound of Pongo padding down the stairs after him heard through the house.