"That'd probably just mean they'd be yelling at me in person," Travis said. "Right now they're only yelling at me over FaceTime." He took a long sip of his coffee. "It's probably better if I stick around here for a bit. Until they settle in at least. That's what I'm going to keep telling myself when I feel guilty, anyway. Which . . . is most of the time."

Probie decided to sprawl herself out under the table so she could put her butt on Travis's foot and her head on Stark's.