Who: Chase, Kiley and Minion! Where: Casa de Rossthorne When: 9amish?
Chase was feeling better, though considering how up and down and sad and angry the past twenty-four hours had been, "better" wasn't particularly difficult. His mood, of course, had started improving the instant he'd woken up to find a warm, furry, purring body curled up over the blanket on his ankles. He'd never admit it, because he'd been quiet and thoughtful and a good boyfriend and managed not to wake up Kiley, but he'd cried. He'd sat up long enough to pull the limp, pliant cat, into his arms, settling back down against the pillows and happily letting Minion start to lazily groom his forehead in greeting. He figured the cat probably got all of his cursory sniffing in already, idly hoped he hadn't gone to the bathroom somewhere, presumably with no litter box. He spent a minute inspecting as much of Minion as he could without the cat batting harmlessly at his hands once he was rolled onto his back. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with him, and once the tail started to twitch, a keen indicator that he was getting overstimulated and needed a break, Chase carefully leaned over him to get his laptop.
Lennon had messaged back, and with a fluffy warm body flopped over his arm he managed mostly-one-handed replies. He was still feeling overtired, and oversensitive, and like he wanted to fall asleep and laugh and cry and probably find a box for Minion to poop in before it became an actual issue. Instead, he finished his conversation with Lennon, relieved but still wondering if things were going to be different now, and sent a message to Pam.
When that was finished, he quietly placed the laptop back onto the floor, once again plucked up his now judgmentally-faced cat, and rolled over so he was facing Kiley's sleeping form. Minion plodded from Chase's loose grasp, shaking off before craning his neck to sniff his boy, then stretching across to tentatively smell bed's other occupant with dull interest. Chase raised a hand to the cat's rearend, lightly scratching at the base of his tail. Minion lay down, tucking his front paws under him, but didn't cease his inspection once it became evident that he could do that and be comfortable at the same time.