PHOEBE
Phoebe? Miss something being amiss? Unlikely. She was quite observant of the small, nonverbal signs of distress in people, having to do so regularly with her patients. Her head tilted a bit, even as she wrestled her hair up into a messy bun atop her head. "What's wrong?" she asked, brows furrowing slightly. She was a bit concerned he might be preparing to explode again, and with the boys right there...well...giant dragons roaring in her kitchen was not what she wanted.
Whether he answered or not, she set to cleaning up the mess the boys had made while eating their cobbler, placing dishes in the sink to soak, scrubbing down the tables and chairs and floor again. "Don't forget your bit of cobbler there." she said with a small smile, gesturing to his full plate as she went to the sink to clean the dessert plates.
Whether he answered or not, she set to cleaning up the mess the boys had made while eating their cobbler, placing dishes in the sink to soak, scrubbing down the tables and chairs and floor again. "Don't forget your bit of cobbler there." she said with a small smile, gesturing to his full plate as she went to the sink to clean the dessert plates.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
