dean oz and sophie

Who: Sophie, Oz and Dean
Where: Osbourne residence
When: Early morning

Oz hadn't slept that long after Billy left his dreams. His mind was a little too restless, and it pushed him up from sleep just enough that he realized he wasn't sleeping. So, he'd gotten up, instead of attempting to chase sleep farther. He spent a long time sitting on the window seat in he and Sophie's room, gazing at her as she slept. While awake, it was a lot harder for him to push past the issues that had initially come up when Billy had given him the good news. His own situation, and how that was. How it had been, had been for ages now, and really...he needed to stop kidding himself that it was ever going to be any different.

Who: Dean Oz and Sophie (guest appearance by Lulu's parents)
Where: Their house, Lulu's house
When: Morning

Oz was up...mostly because he hadn't gone to bed. He had started taking to just staying up most of the rest of the night, and crashing during the afternoon for a while so he could have breakfast with Sophie and Dean. Or what passed for breakfast with them. Dean wasn't always that terribly talkative. But he still liked the kind of familyish feeling it had, and really wouldn't own up to. That might bring up questions about his own intentions when it came to family, which would bring up questions about marriage, and Sophie hadn't agreed yet. Therefore...he was sitting on that, an just having breakfast with people, to fill in the blanks. The television was on in the living room, and he rolled his neck to crack it as he was only half listening to it, ghosting up behind Sophie to drop a kiss on the back of her neck.

Dean was picking at his bowl of cereal. Like he always did, much to Sophie's despair. She'd always been under the impression that teenage boys were a bottomless pit when it came to food, but Dean hardly seemed to eat enough to satisfy a small bird. Dean, on the other hand, was aware that he was being watched, and so he actually made a point to take spoonfuls of cereal in between stirring it round his bowl to satisfy her. He'd never been a breakfast person. The noise of the television in the background was bugging him - he hated hearing it when he couldn't see it, especially when it was mostly annoying adverts, which seemed to be most of the time in this country.