Not long after the door closed to signal his father's leave, it opened again to reveal his sister to him. He couldn't see her over the other furniture as he still refused to sit like a regular person, but he listened as the door shut again and Abby's bag fell to the floor with an almost ridiculous<span style="font-style: italic">thud</span>. It was almost a daily mantra at this point, and one that Ian felt comfortable with. He'd get out of his morning classes, come home in time for his dad to leave, and then spend quality time with Abby. He<span style="font-style: italic">hated</span>when that schedule was disrupted, like when he'd have to bring a class partner to his house or something. God bless Darren and everything, but he really put a hinder on his schedule, as did Emmeline.<br/><br/>"Ian?"<br/><br/>Pale blue eyes tore away from the television, focusing on Abigail from what he could see of her over the other settee. He loved to hear her say his name, but not like that. Ian twisted and squirmed around on the couch until he was able to stand up, finally able to see his company. The darkness of the room coupled with the glow of the television caused shadows to play on her features, though he could see beyond that to the faint mascara trail on her cheek.<br/><br/>"Hey you," he greeted her just as softly, encircling her in his arms as she melted against him. He pressed a kiss to her head before taking a half-step back to look down at her, keeping his hands on her arms as if she would for some reason run away from him. Call it a brother's defensiveness or something more, but Ian couldn't help the hatred that bubbled up inside of him whenever she came to him like this. Which wasn't often, mind you; Abby was strong, and whatever she couldn't handle on her own, Ian made sure to take care of. He'd take care of this too, if she needed him to. "You're not even late, you don't have anything to apologize for. What happened?"