That night Xen sang their daughter a song, tucked her in, and blew her a kiss before closing the door softly behind her. She walked downstairs and waited in the bedroom for Jareth as he tucked in their son. Belatedly, it occurred to her that she could have run back out to the drugstore earlier, but now she could hear the door closing and Jareth’s feet on the steps. He poked his head into their room. “I’ll be in in a few minutes,” he told her. She nodded, and she heard him working in the office and the kitchen as the kids settled into quiet upstairs. Xen nervously tried to distract herself with stupid puzzle games on her phone, flipping between them without attending, eyes glancing up at the door. Ten or fifteen minutes later Jareth walked into the room. Xen peered up at him without moving her head. He didn’t say anything- there was no need. They both knew the drill. He locked the door, and put his hand out for Xen’s phone. She handed it to him silently, watching as he put it on the dresser and exchanged it for the long, narrow wooden clothes brush. He set the brush on the bed, and stood in front of her, holding out his hand once again.