Dark was still standing on the back porch when Xander emerged, just resting his arms on the railing and looking up at the sky. It was getting colder, and he probably should have put on a jacket before stepping outside, but he hadn't thought about it. In a few weeks, it would be snowing. In a few weeks the twins would have been there for a year, and it was a really irritating year because it was a great one: he took the boys in, had a lovely weekend away with his wife, and had a baby-- but it was also terrible and stressful and his mental health hadn't been this heavily overburdened since the stillbirth. So even though it had been a really, really great year... But his therapist always said he thought too far ahead. It wasn't even December yet.
When he spotted Xander, he smiled vaguely and greeted him, "Is the shed warm enough?" He asked, because it was easier, "Let me know if you need a space heater, okay?"
Daizi came shuffling downstairs, carrying a very-awake Ivy. One of them looked content, the other still exhausted, but even so, when she heard the rustling in the kitchen, she smiled brightly. Even though from the sound, she couldn't tell who it was, she knew it was one of her family members, and that was a good enough reason to smile, "I can't tell if you're in the fridge or freezer," She said, "but I hope you find something good." Daizi came extremely close to making a joke about avoiding the stored bags of milk she had to store in there, but if it was Xander, he'd definitely expire on the spot, and with Alec it was a 50/50 chance, so it was better to avoid it.