"Thank you," Khaat said. She picked up one of the plastic grocery bags and put several pieces of the fresh fruit for Brian. That would work for now. He most likely wasn't hungry. She picked up the thermos and a clean coffee cup, took the bag and apparated over. Brian was making himself useful cleaning Kierans little used apartment and setting it to rights. She could tell it was more out of a need to stay busy.
"How's it going?" she asked him.
"He's sleeping," Brian said.
"That's the best thing for him right now. Coffee?" she asked softly. He looked at her and smiled.
"Yeah. Thanks. That would be nice," he said. She poured a cup from the flask for him and handed it to him.
"So, what'd he say?" Brian asked.
"Who?"
"Your father."
"He's coming back. He's staying the night."
"Its not good, Khaat."
"No, its not. But it'll be alright."
"He has to live--so I can kill him myself," Brian said, his stress betraying him. She stood behind him and kneaded his knotted up shoulders. He sighed heavily, trying to unwind. She was detecting a severe headache as she touched him.
"Stop this," she told him. "Go rest. We might need you tonight." She moved her hands to his head and drew off his headache.
"I can't leave you alone with him."
"He's asleep. Send Steven or Jack if you like. Either one. Kieran is asleep. I'll be good for 30 seconds. I promise."
While Khaat and Brian tried to decide if Brian needed a break, Angus finished trimming out the steaks and set them into a shallow dish to marinate in some sort of secret recipe manrinade. He put the steaks in the refridgerator. "We could use a couple of side dishes. Over here, it is traditional to put some sort of potato with a steak. Maybe a vegetable. Maybe I could just grill some fresh vegetables. What do you think, Cassidy? And then, certainly, we need a good dessert. Any ideas?"