"Uh-huh. Well, I could be a mate too then. At least I don't get drunk all the time." Which he assumed all of those other so called mates did. Holden led Gideon inside and immediately up the stairs, so he could put the milk in the fridge and get the pot with, yes, stew, out of it. He put it on the stove and started heating it up, then started setting the table.

"We got a guestroom. Bet your mates don't." Seemed like a safe bet. Their flat here wasn't the biggest, but it was cosy and very lived in. Colourful and homey, lots of pictures of them and friends, of all the found family. "You can look around, if you want. Food will be ready in a bit."