Thank you for letting me sleep, Neamhchiontach, he says as he comes into the kitchen this morning from the living room, blanket still over his shoulders. All eyes shift over to the doorway and he salutes the room lazily.
You seemed to need it.
The house is so quiet. I didn't expect that.
We soundproofed Ben's workshop, PJ says with his mouth full of toast.
What's that? Ben says from where he sits and ignores every last one of us. Lochlan smirks at Ben but says nothing.
Can we continue our conversation this evening? Caleb's still looking at me and ignoring the banter now spreading around the room.
Yes. A group of us are going to dinner and to a concert. We plan to get along. It's working. Somehow. Holy.