(JERICHO)
Wesley and I are in Sasha' study. The tension in here is so thick that it can be cut by a knife. I had called Tyler and Mother earlier and asked them to be there as a stabilizing influence, and it looks like Sasha called Miles for reinforcement too. It doesn't really surprise me that Sasha wanted to have Miles by his side now. But the way that they are glowering at Wesley as if he came here to steal the china doesn't sit well with me.
Mother is seated on the leather chair, hands clasped on her lap. Beside her is Tyler, perched on the arm of the chair, looking like a cat as he watches his husband. Sasha is pacing in the room relentlessly like some caged tiger.
