“Ah, no…rather not wake her,” Hunter shakes his head quickly.

Lavender already squints at him like he’s the most suspicious creature on the planet…over acorn babies.

But he also know’s he can’t linger here either. He could leave the contract but that would be too hard to explain.

Biting his lips he glances around the familiar kitchen and then at Lennon again, “Are you…adjusting any better since…?” Trauma. He still remembers getting rid of all of those little vials.