Declan intended on leaving once Tess got back, but there was still the work of the printshop to do even with Maggie's — and Sage's — world coming down. He finished running the invitation job, but did not show Tess the mistletoe illustration he'd done earlier today. It felt cheap, somehow, unimportant, no matter how proud he was of it. He wrote a note off to the client to tell her that she could send her staff to pick up the invitations. He prepped some of the pieces they'd have to print tomorrow. He wandered upstairs to tell Tess about the job statuses, and then remained there, stuck despite himself. At least he had a glass of wine from the open bottle.

He was aware that he was a guest here, and pressed his lips into a line when Sage came in and put her heads in his hands. They were already out of Declan's realm of expertise, and he really only knew this was going on because he'd happened to be in the printshop instead of checking in with clients like Fabian had. So he couldn't help it — he flicked his gaze over to Tess.