Neil is, in fact, around. He'd been in and out, busy, over the past few days, and between Rosie's job and her own consistent and constant in and out, her not having been there when he'd been between work and seeing Caleb before his last overnight hadn't been too strange.

But the door slamming is hard enough to skip the record he's just put on, something bright and lively to keep his good mood going after finally getting home from Caleb's. Beau looks up from the floor, whines softly, as receptive to Rosie's upset as he ever has been to Neil's.

"Hey," he says as the music goes back to playing with a momentary wobble.