Trevor barely started walking back when he heard noise coming from the kitchen. His heart started pumping at a rate that even a person twenty feet from him could hear, with the thought that Siobhan and Amell have come back. He started opening the door swiftly, then sighed.  

“Dear, you startled me.”

“Oh, sorry. And I thought you have escorted Sebastian,” she said, turning to look at Trevor.

“No, he is a grown man. What are you doing?”

“Cooking.”

“You should rest, come on,” he took her by the hand.

“Trevor, I’m ok. Besides, who will cook if I sleep like a big bag of bones,” she grinned.

“I would have cooked.”  

She bust out laughing and said, “do I have to remind you about the time when you blew up the microwave. And we had to clean for two days,” she touched his shoulders, “if...