Secure in the knowledge that at least the boy's got his basic hygiene down, Beauford shuts the tiny bathroom door to shower.

The couch itself is fairly comfortable, and everythings just sorta quiet, in that way cities get late at night. Every noise and motor of a car climbing up the hill is just a faint murmur...

No bets on who's going to be fast asleep there when Beauford emerges from the shower in his PJ's. Or who's getting the blanket tucked in under their chin before all the lights go out.

Good night Demigod. Good Night Secret Vigilante.