"Hey," Hobbes said, walking up slowly this time, watching the two of them before really edging into their space. He settled the plate of sliced mango on the bedside table, wildly entertaining the idea of feeding Mike to make Cutter twitch before deciding that Pinocchio breaking his nose wasn't going to make the weekend any easier.

He'd brought back a cup of black coffee for himself and he settled on the edge of the bed, looking back and forth between Cutter and Mike. Right. So this is normal now. Wonderful.

"This entire place feels like a waiting room," he said eventually, to break the silence. "There's guys in the kitchen chuging coffee like it's water."