SCENE: Atkins-Grimshaw house, Lindsay.
Colin walks to the lounge. Anna is standing in front of the heater.
Colin: "She asleep already?"
Anna: "Yes, bless her entire face. I thought we should make a run for it before the shouting started."
Colin: "We wouldn't have shouted in front of her."
Anna: "I know you wouldn't. Not sure about Tim anymore, though."
Colin stands beside Anna, then nudges her with his shoulder. Anna grins at him.
Anna: "Missed you."
Colin: "Missed you, too. And Claire."
Anna: "We're good like that."
Anna pulls at her ponytail absent-mindedly.
Anna: "We went to visit her, a couple of weeks ago."
Anna: "Mm. We didn't stay long."
Anna: "I mean, it's not... horrible, or anything."
Anna laughs, shrugging.
Anna: "It's just fucking bizarre, really."
Anna gestures toward the door leading to the hallway.
Anna: "Where's Tim?"
Colin: "Apologising. Hopefully. He's either apologising or shouting at her again."
Colin: "I'll check on them in a minute."
Anna sighs, frustrated.
Anna: "He didn't used to do shit like that."
Colin: "Yeah, well."
Anna: "He used to be cool."
Colin laughs. Neither says anything for a while.
Colin: "I might go see her, while I'm here."
Colin: "I may as well. Maybe tomorrow."
Anna: "Want me to come with you?"
Colin: "Should be right. Thanks, though."
Colin rubs his face. He sounds tired.
Colin: "I'll get Angie to meet me here after, or something."
Anna: "Sounds good."
Colin: "I better go check on them, I guess."
Anna: "Good luck, then."