The month had been long, full of one incident or another, rarely any real downtime for the automatons who were being pushed to the limit in attempting to make enough money to financially support their family on top of all of the trauma and deaths that had broken up their home life. It had seemed like a constant downpour in a way - first Rabbit, then his father - with the stress of the violent deaths and then their subsequent returns taking quite the toll of emotional stress upon the robots.

But finally, there had been a small opening of normalcy within their lives. Just peaceful rest to recover within. With Pappy back to health and things settled down to what the Walters could consider normal, life was returning to what it had been. Back to busking, back to mindless bickering, back to family mealtimes.

Yes, it was good. Things would be okay. For the most part.

As understanding as she may have been, Rabbit did feel somewhat bad for how his attention had been anywhere but on Alyss as of late, not with how he'd been hovering over his returned father as he had been the last week. Which was precisely why the 'bot had a small surprise hidden behind his back when he'd returned from a long day of music in the park today, stepping into their shared bedroom and nudging the door closed with his foot.