"yk, being in an NYC penthouse that's so expensive doesn't really feel that unsafe, does it?"

of course it was, you had two little kids, Amelie and Ludovika, and both were clumsy. "and it's-" Franz looked over at the clock on the bedside table. "about 2 in the morning, so you should be sleeping." you didn't bother listening to whatever he was saying. "cmon, get into bed, you've been working for hours." you were maybe a bit of a workaholic. so, relenting, you closed your laptop, and got into bed.

"i know you dont like storms, but that doesnt mean you don't do anything but work." he smiled, hearing thunder behind closed blinds.