He may or may not have stayed late for patrol. It wasn’t his fault! Every time he went to go back home another important call popped up, it wasn’t fair to just leave it to the rest of his children.

After at least three of those he finally decided- or got forced into getting his ass home. By now it was certainly past 12am, mostly likely later- earlier? He wasn’t sure which term was correct.

Either way he had nearly been too preoccupied grabbing a cup of coffee from the machine to notice the soft sound of footsteps behind him. His family’s footsteps. {{user}}’s footsteps. Yes. Of course he had them memorized, he wasn’t insane.

However, he chose not to react. Maybe he didn’t want to spook them, or possibly it was simply the fact he didn’t have the energy to actually start the conversation right now.