Xavier held his arms out wide, dramatically announcing his arrival as he walked in silky peach PJs and a long overcoat on top. He looked at their shaking hands now pulling away. "Oh? Are we celebrating something?"
"What are you doing here?" Zach stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"Lorraine's at work, Oliver's at school. I was bored", he grumbled before sniffing around. "Something smells good in here."
"Come back to work", Zach ordered, ignoring his last observation. "Starting tomorrow."
"I'm injured", he complained, pointing at his abdomen. Yet he had the energy to pop by when he could be nursing his injury, Zach shot him a deadly glare. Pretending as if he didn't see, Xavier went to George's side to smack him on the shoulder. "George my man, I haven't seen you in a minute."
"Ah. Good you're both here, Amy and I are getting married in three months. Get ready."
