Family

Erin and I have developed a habit of sitting on the couch, leaning against each other, and just reading.  While neither of us says anything and we're both absorbed in our different literary worlds, it really is a good bonding experience.
We're doing something similar now, though, now.  I just have my computer instead of a bo oh shit Dark portal

EDIT:
Eheheh.... I freaked out a bit much there.  Though, it is justifiable when a portal to the Dark magically appears in your living room and a man with two damn swords covered in blood backs out of it and that's all you can see.  He was completely soaked in blood, and dripped all over my damn carpet.  He had the look of someone who had been in the Dark his whole life, and he honestly scared me.  Kinda pissed me off, too. It took me about five seconds to post that earlier, before I pulled the knife off my belt to face him and pushed Erin behind me.  
He started laughing and spoke as he turned around, "You honestly wanted to stay a Shadow?  Their training sucks." It was Strider, and I let my guard drop instantly, long enough for Erin to slip out from behind me and step up to him.  I guess she felt at home with the sense of the Dark that surrounded him, didn't think anything would happen. 
I didn't exactly expect him to pick her up by the collar of her shirt either, though.  I reacted without thinking, pulling my knife up to his throat, and he put one of his swords against mine.  I didn't flinch, but said, a little more forcibly than necessary, "That's your daughter, Strider." He snapped back to reality and set her down, though he didn't take his blade from my neck until after I had. 
Erin backed up, looking shocked.  I, er... hadn't told her about Strider.  He glanced over her and looked back at me, and I was glaring daggers.  He just shrugged and said, "She looks like you." With that, he tracked blood through the house, into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, drinking about half of it in one go. 
Of course, I was less than pleased about this.  "You do realize you're cleaning this up."
"That's the woman's job."
"Do you really want to wake up with a knife to your throat?"
That was around the point that he tossed a beer to Erin, eliciting me to step into our room, pick up a pile of blankets and a pillow and set it on the couch, pointedly glaring at him.  He grabbed another beer and stepped back out, holding it out to me "Ooorr.... you could drink with us."

Yeah, you've had your peek into our dysfunctional little family, no more for you.  Shoo, shoo *makes shooing motion*