When Rory woke at 3 o'Clock in the morning in dire need of a drink he hadn't envisioned he would find guests.
He almost smiled at the sight of his adult little girl's peaceful face buried under a bramble of dirty blond hair, her body tightly curled in on its self, and her bare knees hanging over the edge of the sofa.
Behind her he witnessed the rarest of sights; the Time Lord himself sleeping as though he had not a woe in the universe. He'd had the misfortune once of having to share sleeping quarters with the Doctor and for a week bore the bruises that proved his unconscious movements ranged from the starfish's 'all four corners are mine' and the Kola Bear.
It was the Kola Bear he was actively demonstrating now as he clung to Rory's daughters back with a leg over her waist, his cheeks and nose squashed against River's shoulder and one arm wrapped tightly over her waist with his hand splayed out across her stomach.
But Rory's smile was not forthcoming, instead his usually calm – if slightly baffled – features were marred by a frown; a Roman Centurion frown, because the Doctor's other arm, the one River's head was pillowed by, ended in a hand.
A hand that was most definitely breaking a newly founded house rule as well as causing severe damage to Rory's mental and emotional health at the sight laid out before him... His daughter being molested by a hand - attached to the Doctor - down the front of her blouse.
Rory took a deep breath and carefully kept his eyes only on the Doctor's face mashed against River's body as he stepped closer to the sofa and up ended a glass of water on to the Doctor's surprised and spluttering face.
He almost laughed as the fabric of River's shirt darkened and cold water trickled down her back making her wake in a burst of pin wheeling arms, hitting the Doctor with a perfect 'thunk' on the nose. Serves him right.