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[m_pinocchio]

Mornings are quiet. He likes mornings. He likes the quiet in mornings because he's quiet more lately, quiet in a way he doesn't think he ever has been. It's a cliché, to think of calm after storms, but that's still what he finds himself thinking of, when he thinks about it at all

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[sir_samuel]

"Never would have taken you for a book sort of fellow," Vimes said as he paused on the Compound's front stoop, his morning cup of coffee in his hand. For Vimes, early mornings were nothing new. Early mornings and late nights; moon rises and sun rises, those still felt more real to him than noonday sun, or paperwork, or even - though he'd never say it aloud - his family. Now the island was coming to life, and he would return to being Sir Samuel Vimes: father, husband, IPD chief, former commander, councilman. And he didn't mind being that Vimes. But for those few hours before everyone else awoke, he had been plain Sam Vimes, nightwatchman.

[m_pinocchio]

"Been doing more of that lately," he says, looking back and up and half smiling. He lifts a hand, points to his blind eye, and his smile turns very slightly rueful. "No ITF, and I can't garden all the damn time." And no one ever really had taken him for much of a reader, which in some respects might have been for the best.

[sir_samuel]

Vimes huffed something between a laugh and a snort. "Don't tell me the girls aren't keeping you plenty busy. Or have they reached that point where they insist on doing everything themselves?"

[m_pinocchio]

"I got two co-husbands and Abby," he says, shrugging and still half-smiling. "It's a team thing."

He shifts slightly to the side. "Wanna sit? Or do you have official shit to do?"

[sir_samuel]

Vimes offered a half smile of his own. "Lucky you." He shrugged and sat down where Mike had indicated, then peered over his shoulder at the book. "There's less official shit to do here than you'd think. What're you reading, anyway?"

[m_pinocchio]

He picks up the book, turning it to show the cover, the green mask and the brilliant red flower. "It's about the end of the world," he says. "The end of people, anyway. Kinda familiar. Good so far, though."