"On weekends. On the weekends, Hope."
Sarah corrected, enunciating carefully as if correcting a small child.
"They're still my parents. Someone's got to check in on them when Lilianna's off being a galactic supermodel. I'm the only functioning adult offspring within arm's length, you know?"
Neville scratched the side of his cheek awkwardly and said, "Don't take it the wrong way. I didn't mean anything bad about it when I said that. But that's actually very responsible of you."
"Thank you." Sarah lifted her chin. "I'm a dutiful daughter. It's a burden I bear with grace."
Neville nodded in agreement. It made sense, actually, since life at Maxwell Corporation could flip from calm to chaos in the span of a single notification.
"Things can get really busy out of nowhere at the company," he murmured, half to himself. "When you're on duty, you've got to stay within reach."
Sarah pointed at Neville with the remnants of her protein bar. "Exactly. See? He gets it."
