It was a few weeks after they'd returned from the two night
stay at "Whispering Pines" and Brendan was sitting on the terrace enjoying a cup of tea as he glanced through the soccer results in the paper. It had been a while since he'd bothered looking at them, and he had no idea what made him even start again. He put the mug down on the metal surface of the table and turned the page, shifting slightly in his seat to find a more comfortable position. He couldn't help but grin softly at the reason for him having to shift and wondered when Patrick might wake up.