Lachlan wasn't pacing, but he wasn't still either.
He moved around the living room in small, precise ways—adjusting the couch cushions so they would be more comfortable is Sera chose to sit there, checking the curtains to make sure no one could see inside, nudging Luci's water bowl a few inches closer to the wall where it wouldn't get kicked over.
He didn't consider any of it cleaning; it was preparation. He never went into anything, even downtime, without mentally mapping the space first.
Luci padded in after him, shaking out his thick coat and sending a few droplets of backyard dew across the floor. The wolf circled twice before flopping down near the couch with a low huff. Lachlan reached down and scratched between his ears.
"Good boy," he murmured. "Movie night, buddy. Try not to judge the film too hard."
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, light but unmistakably Sera's.
