Brett POV

I buried those toys deep in the dresser for the time being, fuck Heath and his stupid props. The days were easier than the nights, but we did alright, slipping back into the same routines we’d been in before he ever landed in our space. We were patching up a wound with a useless excuse for a bandage, throwing ourselves into making the hotel the place to be for our straggling guests and dreaming up plans for the future, but it was the best we knew.