Mark blinked against the morning light, stretching as he sat up. His phone lay face down on the pillow beside him, untouched since last night.
He sat up slowly, stretching out the stiffness in his shoulders, and shuffled barefoot into the main room.
Mr. Dand was already lacing up his boots near the door, dressed and ready to go.
A folded jacket sat on the stool beside him, and the scent of leftover breakfast still lingered faintly in the air.
Mark rubbed at his eyes. "You heading out this early?"
Mr. Dand glanced over his shoulder. "They already left. I'm just catching up."
Mark moved closer, leaning a hand on the wall. "Billy and Artur?"
A nod. "Started on the east shed. Today's the log work, remember?"
Mark smirked, voice a little raspy. "You still remember how to wrangle two men around, huh?"
Mr. Dand chuckled under his breath. "They're quicker than you ever were."
Mark scoffed, half-laughing. "Watch it, Pop. I might take that personally."
