Walking down the stairs and into the living room, coffee in hand, Bruce stopped and noticed Duke. The teen was sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in his lap, feet kicked up on the coffee table, watching the latest Knights game.
"How was your first night in the manor?" Bruce asked, sitting down in one of the armchairs.
"It was good, I slept like a log," Duke replied, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
"I'm glad." Letting a small smile grace his face, Bruce took a sip of his coffee and relaxed, eyes on the television screen.