#exhumcd

Forrest’s attention was split, but nowhere near evenly because while he had been trying to reread a favorite book of his, his gaze now rested on his son. Jordan was currently napping on the elder Harper-Todd’s chest after a few hours of play and now unknowingly held his father captive on the living room couch. “Alright, let’s see what we can do here,” Forrest remarked as he tried to sit up without disturbing the younger male. “A helping hand would be quite nice right about now, I’ll admit.”

“This bird has been following me around me all day,” Tim motioned to the cardinal that had just landed on next table. “Do you think it knows?”

the door to the safe house creaks open but saya doesn't look up from her spot on the floor, not entirely caring if jay catches her in the middle of his living room univited. he had worse problems in the world than diana prince's daughter showing up at random hours to visit his dog. " hey, i brought chinese food and actually left you some this time. though... i kind of came for darcy --- yes, hello! " she was far more entertained by the big dog licking her face and requiring attention.

“look at you, all dressed up,” she grins, in relatively good spirits, rounding the corner of the table next to where he’d been standing. “it’s good to see you.” it had been awhile    but, it was hard to keep tabs on people, no matter how close they were or weren’t, with how much had been going on lately. at least, though, tonight offered a chance for everyone to catch up with people. “how are you?”