Who: Oliver and Kate Where: Kate's Room When: Early afternoon
Oliver wasn't sure exactly how much sleep he'd gotten the night before, except that it hadn't been enough. It had been that way for the past few nights, an adding in all of the running around, moderating, babysitting, stag-hunting, and planning he'd done he felt like he hadn't actually rested in weeks. The nap yesterday had helped for a little while, and might have done some good if it weren't for the drama that had occurred afterward. He felt worn out to his bones, and while he knew he needed some time to really recharge, there was way too much to deal with now to be certain he'd get it.
The message from that morning had only made him roll his eyes, careful not to wake up Marco as he typed out his answer and went to shower. He'd given the kid a very basic, vague run down of everything that was going on. That Simms had started some real trouble with people in the house, and that they were finding a way to make sure that didn't happen again. The mention of Oliver's current project had certainly made Marco more than a little nervous, but he'd managed to calm the kid down after a spell, making it blatantly clear that the situation was Simms was completely different than it had been with Marco, and that Marco was safe where he was. With Erran coming in to make sure Marco was settled for a while, he felt as if he could keep that promise for a little while longer.
So he'd spent a few hours down in the basement testing the walls, getting an idea of the layout, taking measurements. A few people had come down to help here and there, and he'd sent Owen off with a list of items to look for at the hardware store. While he trusted that Owen could do the job perfectly fine, he couldn't deny that he would have felt better handling it himself. The control-freak impulse wasn't entirely unusual, though he's spent years sharing responsibility with other more-than-competent colleagues. He couldn't do everything on his own, despite the little voice in his head that constantly told him to keep helping, keep busy, keep being useful. In the end, when there wasn't much left for him to do down below, he took the long ride back up to the main floor to make some lunch, not even bothering to remove his tool belt.
After thoroughly washing his hands and face in the kitchen sink, he didn't even realize he was making sandwiches for two until he stared in confusion at the two plates. The second plate practically radiated the name "Kate", and he chuckled tiredly to himself as he walked to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water. As much as he didn't mind Marco sharing a room with him, a change of scenery and company might just be what he needed. He hadn't checked in on Kate nearly as much as he should have the past few days, particularly considering she was wounded, and he felt bad about that. He thought about swiping one of the first aid kits on the way, but chances were probably good that someone had left her with some supplies, and he could always go hunting for whatever she needed when he got there. His hands full, he knocked lightly on the bottom of her door with the tip of his work boot. A heartbeat later, he realized that she might not be able to get comfortably to the door, and balanced one plate on his arm so he could turn the knob if he had to.