Well, day three. This was the day that Jono dreaded the most, these weekends. After all, there was a portal in the park that he'd have to take his three (and various children that called him 'Uncle Jono,' which baffled him almost as much as being a father did in the first place) to, where they'd exchange their farewells and he'd see them off, some of them likely to never be seen again.
He'd seen off a few, that way. Bittersweet glances into futures that would never be. And sometimes, he'd known that they would never be his reality. Some, he'd wondered at, as if maybe they could be. A few others had broken his heart simply by existing.
He was still trying to puzzle out which of the above his three were this weekend, sitting on the sofa and mulling on just that.
[OOC: One last hurrah before we send 'em back! Open to anyone who has a reason to be in Hannibal's hotel room!]
- The Gourmet Suite at the Arms Hotel, Monday Afternoon