As usual, Stas had walked AJ to the art studio, and had returned home. His shift at the clinic didn't start for another two hours, and he'd not make the mistake of going in early ever again. Once inside, he went to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes. Humming to himself, the plates were scrubbed clean, and was working on the pots and pans. The events of the last couple of weeks were playing in his head and he realized that he'd not seen Devon in all of that time. Stas had meant to do the right thing, in the right order. But in his rush, mucked it all up. Now was the time to set things right. So the last plate was set to dry and the sink rinsed out. He carried the hand towel, drying his hands and arms as he walked towards Devon and Charley's bedroom. He hoped that at least Devon would be there. The door was closed and it was quiet inside. Hesitantly, he knocked, hoping not to wake either of them up.
After a moment of quiet scuffling sounds, the door was pushed open just a crack and a bleary eyed Devon peaks through, the usual artful disarray of his hair replaced by actual disarray. He's clad just in a pair of gym shorts that look like they were just thrown on. He blinks a couple times finding Stas at his door. "Doc...what?s going on man' What time is it?" His words are hushed as he glances back over his shoulder and then slips quietly out the door and into the hall, closing the door behind him.
Crap, he'd woken Devon up. "It's nearly ten am." He couldn't help but chuckle at Devon's disheveled appearance. He glanced into the door just moments before it was closed. As Devon slipped by him, he turned and started to walk down the hall. "Well, I've not seen you in a while and there's a few things I think we need to discuss." He glanced back at Devon's bedroom door, then back to him. "I've just not been able to catch you until now." Stas took the lead and led Devon towards the kitchen.
"Hungry?"
Bare feet carry him in Stas' wake as they head to the kitchen. "Ten am' You serious man' It's the weekend dude....I had a good three or four hours a glorious sleep in me." He blinks a couple times at the 'few things we need to discuss' thing. Their discussions usually led to him wanting to hit Stas. A small shake of his head and then nods to Stas' question. "I suppose I could eat."
"No rest for the wicked, Devon." He smiled and took his place by the fridge. "A little omelet' Maybe French toast?" The way to a man's heart, so he had heard, was through his stomach. And if Devon were relaxed enough, maybe this wouldn't turn out so badly. He waited for Devon to be seated, then moved from the fridge to put some distance and a table between them. "Well, no time like the present. You know that I love your sister, very much."
"Just a little toast would be good....maybe a couple eggs....oh, and orange juice." He pauses. "And maybe a side of some fresh fruit.." His eyes narrow ever so slightly at that second part, he didn't like the way that was starting. "You guys make it a little hard to forget actually....go on."
After a moment of quiet scuffling sounds, the door was pushed open just a crack and a bleary eyed Devon peaks through, the usual artful disarray of his hair replaced by actual disarray. He's clad just in a pair of gym shorts that look like they were just thrown on. He blinks a couple times finding Stas at his door. "Doc...what?s going on man' What time is it?" His words are hushed as he glances back over his shoulder and then slips quietly out the door and into the hall, closing the door behind him.
Crap, he'd woken Devon up. "It's nearly ten am." He couldn't help but chuckle at Devon's disheveled appearance. He glanced into the door just moments before it was closed. As Devon slipped by him, he turned and started to walk down the hall. "Well, I've not seen you in a while and there's a few things I think we need to discuss." He glanced back at Devon's bedroom door, then back to him. "I've just not been able to catch you until now." Stas took the lead and led Devon towards the kitchen.
"Hungry?"
Bare feet carry him in Stas' wake as they head to the kitchen. "Ten am' You serious man' It's the weekend dude....I had a good three or four hours a glorious sleep in me." He blinks a couple times at the 'few things we need to discuss' thing. Their discussions usually led to him wanting to hit Stas. A small shake of his head and then nods to Stas' question. "I suppose I could eat."
"No rest for the wicked, Devon." He smiled and took his place by the fridge. "A little omelet' Maybe French toast?" The way to a man's heart, so he had heard, was through his stomach. And if Devon were relaxed enough, maybe this wouldn't turn out so badly. He waited for Devon to be seated, then moved from the fridge to put some distance and a table between them. "Well, no time like the present. You know that I love your sister, very much."
"Just a little toast would be good....maybe a couple eggs....oh, and orange juice." He pauses. "And maybe a side of some fresh fruit.." His eyes narrow ever so slightly at that second part, he didn't like the way that was starting. "You guys make it a little hard to forget actually....go on."