[Poggio]

He surveyed his kingdom, the dust covered things, his bed, the cornering belonging to his dog and wondered how he could explain moving in with a stranger to his parents, more importantly to his brother. Once again his fingers lifted to trail along his neck and he found himself smiling. “I will think on it doc, but for now I prefer being a bad child that lives in a hovel.” He set his empty cup down and abandoned it. “If you don't mind letting yourself out doc, I need to get ready for work.”