Niles shut the remaining of the lights off in the kitchen, making his way into the living room to finish for the night. There, in the arm chair, was Maxwell, his head in his hands. Brighton was asleep on the sofa, his head buried in the side of the couch.
"Sir?"
Maxwell looked up from where he sat. "Oh, Niles! We were just um…going upstairs."
Niles smiled to himself. It took another man to finally show Maxwell where his feelings were. "Then I suppose you don't mind if I shut the lights off for the night?"
"Oh, just leave them on!"
"Shall I fetch you a cup of tea, sir?"
"Niles, I told you I was going to bed…"
Shaking his head, Niles made his way to stand beside his friend. "I don't think she will be too much longer."
A sigh emitted from the man beside him. "Unless they…Good God, I don't want to think about it."
"He didn't seem like her type," Niles replied, trying his best to reassure Maxwell without stepping out of line.
"Goodnight, Niles," Maxwell said, leaning against the cushions.
Rolling his eyes, the butler dimmed the lights slightly. "She'll be home soon enough, sir." The man was far too dense.
