It was later that day that he decided that his birdie was still too sad for his liking. They'd made it back to the hotel room, and after running him a bath and trying to convince him to take a nap, which Ronan vigorously declined, he decided it was play time.

"Birdieeee," he called, crawling around the complex on his hands and knees. There was a potato strainer on his head, because he'd found it in one of the cupboards, and a wooden spoon in his hand, and he'd pulled the laces out of his shoes so he could make sure he and Seabreeze had each other's six; he'd tied...