Toby, Happy, and Ralph finished eating their breakfast and cleared the table. Ralph went into the room he would be sharing with Sylvester to start a game of single player chess created by him and Walter. The two adults began to wash the dishes. Happy washed them; Toby dried and put them away.
They were silent for awhile, but Toby being the annoying person he will always be, broke the silence. "Hey Happy," he said in his jokester voice. "Hey Happy." Happy picked up a fork and scrubbed at it with the sudsy rag. "What?" she groaned. "Hey Happy!" Toby said again.
"What?!"
He leaned close to her ear, "I love you." Happy punched his shoulder, "Shut up, dope." But she smiled back at him.
"Hey Happy?" But it wasn't Toby this time, it was actually Ralph. She looked up from her motorcycle magazine she was reading on the couch. "Have you heard anything about my mom?" he asked. Happy sighed, "I haven't. They probably took more stops than we did and no longer have cell signal." The boy nodded. "Okay." He sat down next to Happy. Leaning his head on her shoulder, he studied the machines with her.
"Check out the paint job on that Harley," Ralph said and pointed to a bike on the right page. "Nice," Happy mused. She pointed to the engine. "Look at the detail..." she whispered.
Meanwhile, Toby stood in the hallway and watched the two of them in the living room.
"Where do you think they are?" Happy asked Toby as they watched a DVD from the selection Toby brought. "I'm not sure. They should be fine; we stopped a missile from launching after all." Happy nodded.
They went back to watching their movie. "You're amazing," Toby whispered. "Hm?" Happy glanced up at him. "I saw you with Ralph earlier, you were so good with him."
"It's just because he's a genius; I understand him," Happy said nonchalantly. Toby shook his head. "I think it's because you care about him." He kissed the top of her head.
Toby didn't watch the rest of the movie, he actually daydreamed about having a little girl or boy (maybe both) sitting in between them. And Happy would be running her had through their hair and he would be tickling their neck.
He thought about that quite often.