"Are you okay?" Koko asked, her oven mitt-covered hands on her hips. Brian looked up from his breakfast of soggy bran flakes. Koko cocked a head at him, her red lips pulling into a welcoming smile. God, he loved her.

"Yeah," he said after a moment. "It's just, Cam isn't taking Fox seriously. What the hell am I thinking? Cam doesn't take anything seriously." He rubbed his eyes as if that would some how rub the sleep away. It didn't help.

"You can't save your brother from his own mistakes." Koko stepped towards Brian, as she slipped off her oven-mitts. She began rubbing his back. "We have our own things to worry about," she laughed lightly.

"That's right," Brian smiled happily. He swiveled in his chair and pulled his wife into a kiss.