'Do not disturb' was the title of the alert that pinged up on everyone's tablets, phones, bracer computers and HUDs one balmy afternoon on Tracy Island.
It was both a warning and a caption for the attached photo.
The photo in question was of the conversation pit in the lounge, a candid snap of Jeff and Scott.
It was utterly adorable.
Things had been hectic on both the TI and IR sides of life thanks to end of financial year coinciding with a swarm of tropical storms in the Caribbean sea and a tunnel fire in Sweden. While Jeff was in the process of taking back the role of CEO, he was still being brought up to speed on all the changes in both organisations and because Scott had been in charge for the previous year he still needed to be fully involved in the EOFY paperwork. Both of them had been burning the candle at both ends for a good few days.
So when Virgil had wandered into the lounge and found the two of them like that, he made sure to update the family so that they'd be left in peace.
Jeff had obviously been reading reports, going by the still active tablet sitting on his left knee. He was sitting on the green couch and the fact he was wedged into the corner was probably the main reason he was still mostly upright, his head back as he snored softly, deep asleep. Jeff's right leg was occupied by Scott, the eldest fast asleep and using his father's leg as a pillow. His long legs were hooked over the armrest, one arm dangling down onto the floor, the other draped over his eyes to block out the light.
What completed the picture was the protective hand that Jeff had placed on his son's chest.
Virgil smiled at the sight, made a mental note to have some food on the desk for when they eventually woke up and tiptoed away.