<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">Come the time Silver's phone rang, he had been home for well over an hour. Dressed in his pjs and sitting on the couch, a damp Cato was happily wrapped up in a small baby blanket and sleeping away in his lap. On the side table sat a half finished cup of tea and a small plate of plain biscuits. He still wasn't feeling 100% and didn't really trust himself to keep much down. Before the sound of his ringtone could wake his sleeping little one, he answered.<br/><br/>The moment he heard Rich's voice, a slow blush creeped across his face. Thank whoever that they weren't face to face. His voice was hushed when he finally spoke.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #99AAFF">"I made it home just fine and he's good,"</span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">he said.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF">"He just got a bath not too long ago and is sleeping now."</span></span><br/><br/>((Sorry I took so long to answer. I completely forgot when we were on vacation and this week has just been....bad, emotionally speaking. I'm not exactly in the best mindset right now))