Cal remained out until nearly dawn, arriving back at the cabin just before the sun rose over the trees. He had spent much of the time wondering how to handle things and had come up with no better answers. He wasn't all that good at dealing with conflict, not when his family's manner of doing so was generally with violence, and he definitely didn't want to mimic them in that manner, or in any manner really. But that also meant that he didn't know how to settle things by just talking about them, and he didn't know what he would talk to the human about anyway.<br/><br/>Once back at the cabin he went to shower, and once that was done he returned to the den in his underwear and flopped down on the couch to sleep. He pulled the blanket haphazardly over his form and while he closed his eyes his racing mind certainly wasn't going to let him sleep right away. Should they head home early? That seemed like something that would be unpleasant to bring up, and even if Elliot was upset with him he could probably still enjoy the sights while he was here.  Just without Callan, surely. He sighed, rolling to his back and staring up at the ceiling as he recalled similar arguments with the servant in the past... Though with him there had always been a tense formality, they never really argued properly, the other never got mad at him... Not since they were children. He shook his head and once more tried to sleep, but dreams of the past tormented him during his rest and he slept well past sunset.