Not ... loooong abder you lebt ... [he lied slowly, stretching the words out as he watched Fenton bustle around the house like an overwound clockwork. it was such a complete one-eighty from the way he'd come to think of Fenton: still overbearing, but not so recklessly selfish and assuming. no, this time it wasn't that he was there, would do what he liked, and damn the torpedoes - now he was there, and he was going to Make Drake Comfortable, and damn the torpedoes.

Drake was very glad he didn't have any torpedoes. at least not at the house. he sank onto the couch]

Linen closed's on the ride of the addig sdairs. Addy blanked's fide.

[oh snap]

Just uh - dod go in my bedroom badroom, oday? I need do clean id. Fulla gerbs.