We arrive home, Connor goes to the kitchen. I make my way up the stairs, I enter the study. All the tools and sheets of paper are where they were left. I place my satchel down and walk around the sketching desk, so that I'm facing towards the door. I do not need any surprises from my boss after what happened the last time in this study. I pause my hand over one of the pencils that I think will make the sketch better.
"You need to eat something" I look up to find Connor leaning against the door frame, with his arms folded over his chest. He looks at me intensely.
"Okay, sure" I say. I walk around the sketching desk and out of the door. I follow Connor down the stairs and to the kitchen. I sit on the bar stool. Connor made a sandwich for the both of us. He places my plate in front of me "
