Hobbes lifted his head and watched him moving away. Something in his posture became visibly more relaxed and he breathed out.

"He was wondering where you had gone off to," Hobbes said, with the slightest point to his voice. Which was pretty much a lie, if he was being honest. Lennox had only asked in passing earlier in the kitchen. He leaned more comfortably into the footboard, fingers curled less tightly around the coffee mug.