He climbs out of bed, doesn’t bother to change, walks downstairs to kick _all_ of their tails, and then returns to bed.
_*sigh, deep breath, sniffle, yawn*_
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“What was going on down there, dear?” she asks without rolling over. He sits at the edge of the bed in a daze, half awake.
_*sniffle*_
He kicks off his slippers and slips back underneath the covers next to her. “Billy was picking on ...