Justine spent most of her days within Connor's bed room, sprawled across his bed in either sleep or with a book in hand. She didn't dislike leaving his room but it was comfortable there. He'd once told her that he bought a bed for her, so that she could sleep at his home comfortably, and now it was her own little piece of heaven.

She'd been standing near the doorway when Squip walked through, heading towards the guest room. It's shoulders lowered, his lip protruding in a cute pout. She could feel the tension centering at the front door, her worry knotting uncomfortably in her chest as she turned towards Squip. She knew he needed time to pout but a little part of her didn't want him to do it alone.

"Squip." Her voice was sweet and feminine as she slid onto the bed next to him. Her fingers slid through his hair, her nails scraping gently scraping affectionately over his scalp. "You're cute when you pout but I don't like seeing you upset."

There was so much tension in the house, between those here, and it was worrying.

"Rich is here?" She felt a soft tug in her chest and her lips briefly shaped into a lovely frown.