It was late and, except for the guards, he was the only person in the ARC. But he still didn’t want to go back to his empty, silent home.
His steps brought him to the menagerie. The moment he entered, the two diictodons ran between his legs, squeaking and trying to bite anything that was close at snout, putting in serious danger his expensive trousers.
Lester sighed, frustrated, but he couldn’t deny he felt more at home here than in his own flat.
He would never have imagined it, but he was missing mess, chaos, confusion.
He was missing Connor.