He was becoming a sucker in his old age, apparently, Daniel thought. And for some reason he was more pro-apartment when it seemed like it might not be the revolving door he'd been afraid of.

He blinked, though before smiling at Gaël. It wasn't really like the smiles he'd had before Léon died, but it was a brighter effort than he'd put forth in some months. "Yeah, sure," he said. "That sounds good. But you know, we've entered the 21st century in this house. I do have Netflix."

He stretched to his feet and tossed the remote to Gaël. "Pick something out, kiddo. I'll get the pizza ordered."