Gibbs was planning on working on the boat all day and Tony'd mentioned a war film fest, so casual clothes would do. Tony himself had changed into jean... that molded to his ass like a second skin and a soft button down shirt.They settled at the table, newspaper folded on the empty chair, three huge rolls on their plate each. "Gonna have to work this off later," Gibbs remarked, giving Tony a gentle smile. Now that his duty was done, Gibbs could begin to relax and make the most of their midweek. Reading and researching the topic on the internet and elsewhere, Les and Phoebe are moving towards a relationship that can be pleasing on every level. Just the togetherness at times is enough. Knowing with certainty that the other cares and loves them is more than enough.This calming life is helping Phoebe let go of the total control she feels she has to keep at the Wilde Peacock. Les is helping her to acknowledge she has excellent staff who can run things to her standards without her. Something was left unfinished in me. Not something out there in the physical world, something inside me that remains unchecked, unattended. I didn’t take much time to think about it, god knows I couldn’t bring myself to. And yet it was the most important thing of all. It might sound unusual. I carry my family with me. Two metal containers, etched with their names, in my backpack. Sealed shut, airtight as such, their ashes inside. They were cremated, I couldn’t bring myself to scatter them in. It was a large 4-bedroom chalet, so there was plenty of space. They had all planned to be in and out of the place over the weekend, so it wasn’t as if they would be bumping to each other, hanging around all day, driving one another crazy.The age gap was a bit awkward for all of them, but they'd make the best of it, regardless.So after some quick bedroom assignments, the two college sophomores helped the couple of forty-something divorcees bring in their belongings from the car. Everyone was.