In turn, Weiler retrieved the milk from the refrigerator unit and set it by their plates, mixing it into his coffee only after settling back down. They moved around each other easily in the small kitchen; this much was routine by now.

"Your sister might think you off and disappeared again," Weiler warned, only half joking as he took a sip of the aromatic drink. It warmed him the way only a hot drink could, replacing the chill that had set in after leaving their warm cocoon of blankets with something much easier to manage. "And no one wants that."