Weiler looked up from the couch in the living room area, arms stretched over the back. Since today had been a holiday and, furthermore, one that they had spent inside in lieu of their surprisingly eventful Christmas, he hadn't even bothered changing out of the usual T-shirt and sweatpants he slept in (the latter an addition only during the winter months). There was no need to - the apartment was well-heated, private, and in no short supply of good company.

He glanced back at the entertainment projection screen on the wall. The time and counter on the bottom right read 11:15, forty-five minutes until the end of the year in their Systemic Zone. If his calculations were correct and provided they reasonably pace themselves, Locke would be well on his way to Cuddly As A Teddy Bear and Affectionate As A Dog by the time the new year rolled around.

He turned his body in his seat toward the counter, grinning at Locke. "I'd say it's just about right."

Some old habits died hard.