Damian was cowering from the sunlight while Nathaniel -- bruised and cut up -- tried to soothe him. Richard was playing the domestic card and setting up the bed, but his wounds are also clear as day. Micah was lounging against the door, watching her with shrewd eyes.
And she was sore everywhere, from the toes on up, with two gauze covered bite marks on her throat.
"Oh, yeah, it's fucking peachy, Jean-Claude," she says, tone short. "We're about to cuddle up in bed and squeal over the newest American Idol episode while Damian braids Nathaniel's hair and Micah makes popcorn."
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Damian was cowering from the sunlight while Nathaniel -- bruised and cut up -- tried to soothe him. Richard was playing the domestic card and setting up the bed, but his wounds are also clear as day. Micah was lounging against the door, watching her with shrewd eyes.
And she was sore everywhere, from the toes on up, with two gauze covered bite marks on her throat.
"Oh, yeah, it's fucking peachy, Jean-Claude," she says, tone short. "We're about to cuddle up in bed and squeal over the newest American Idol episode while Damian braids Nathaniel's hair and Micah makes popcorn."