I had one missed call and voicemail from the one other person I had needed to call today. My phone started ringing in my hands and I answered it immediately.
"Hey dad," I heard something fall in the kitchen behind me.
"Hey, sweetie, did I wake you up?" He asked. "You sound a bit worn out."
"Yeah, we- I just woke up," Freudian slip, but it wasn't a lie.
I turned see Thomas mopping soda off the floor.
"We? Is Charlie there with you?" He missed literally nothing. Ever.
I did not have the mental capacity for this conversation right now, and I did not want to lie to my father. That was something I had promised him a long time ago.
"No, dad I'm really beat right now," I yawned for show, but it still wasn't a lie. "Can I call you back another time?"
"Sure thing," he said, suspicion in his voice. "Don't sleep too much. Love you, kiddo."
"Love you, too," I hung up the phone.
"Well," Thomas said handed me a glass full of soda. "That is something we'll have to figure out soon."
I sighed as he sat down on the sofa beside me.
"How?" I asked, my voice whinier than I'd liked.
"Let's have them over for dinner," he suggested.
"All together?" I asked hopefully.
My dad alone with me and Thomas sounded a little dangerous to me. My dad could lose his temper pretty easily.
"If you want," his voice made it sound like he thought that was an odd idea. "My mom and dad, your mom and dad, and the two of us. All together. For dinner. In this apartment."
"Just my dad," I clarified.
"Okay, well that helps the space issue a little bit," he smiled.
It was a bit snug in here.