He grabs some eggs while he's at it, then speeds to the register. The sooner he gets home, the better, because knowing his other son, he might just be driving Aqua crazy. Besides, it's nearly dinner time and they have to eat. "Come on Wesley, you don't have to be so loud," he murmurs, ruffling his son's hair. "Almost home." Home, where he lives with his incredibly single roommate, and co-parent/one night stand. He has to admit, as the boys are growing, the apartment just feels tinnier and tinnier. But instead of dazying off, he should have been worrying about what' ahead of him.