For all the insult Kitty intended Zechariah, it mostly soared over his head. Of course she would expect him to foot the bill, she was Uriel’s problem as surely as Uriel was his. He already had his checkbook out when Uriel brandished his. Wordlessly, he tucked it back in. Good on Uriel, being financially responsible!

Zechariah nodded sagely to Noah’s admission promise.

He let out a sigh of relief before Dr. Wells had even fully opened the door in his departure.

There was an awkward moment as he looked between the blood, the children, and the couple before him.

“Well. Good seeing you, Uriel. I can stop by another time.”