Lance had been staying with them for nearly a week now and the rhythm of the house had settled back into an even pace again. Lance was starting to sleep less during the day, although he still napped frequently. They still hadn’t heard much else about what was happening at the compound, people were either still living in their homes underground whilst the local authorities tried to decide what to do with them or they had been arrested and were waiting in custody for a case to be built against them.
Yulia had been trying to be more affectionate with Lance and was a lot more comfortable with being around him, she had even held his hand several times. It was odd; they were both carefully ignoring the fact that they were casually touching each other, almost as if acknowledging
