*fights the urge to crush his phone, sending a third text to Legs Wesson, sending a few messages out to eyes and ears right afterward*

*Hears Ruth beginning to stir, gets up to check on her to allow Legs Wesson to sleep a little longer*

*sighs, contemplating the bottle of water in his hands, rolling it back and forth idly*

*lets himself in the back way, bypassing the office and all that would entail, heading for the bedroom* Precious? (Legs Wesson)

*stares out over Vegas, feeling the subtle change in the city's pulse and smiling softly to himself*

... They really think they're funny, don't they?

*sighs at the email, shaking his head slightly* Timing... *clicks his teeth, thinking a moment before pulling out his phone*

*pulls over at a stop to get food for Legs Wesson and Ruth, checking the distance yet to go* I could make it a quicker trip...

I can't decide what's funnier to watch, the kids with Ruth or the adults.

Why would someone steal the children?

*helps to settle the children in bed before checking on Ruth, worried about Legs Wesson*

*comes back into the room, catching a look on Legs Wesson's face* ... Are you alright?

*pulls into Vegas, lips pulling back from his teeth in an unconscious snarl at the familiar sights of home*

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Bullying me will not accomplish anything. Neither will accusations or name calling.

*heads down to the clinic, he'd been meaning to speak with the director about future fundraising ventures anyway, and one of their patients-

was a fan of his older novels, one of which was nestled under his arm as a get well gift*

*sits on the edge of Tommy's bed, grinning at the boy's glee at the comic, chuckling as he pointed out his favorite parts as of Henry -

hadn't written the novel himself* I'm glad you like it. And you're most definitely welcome.

*wakes with a start, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his breath coming in ragged gasps* Adrian...