But until then maybe your heart can rest in mine...
The Casa del OT3 does not look like a small bomb exploded in the front of the house anymore. Things are a bit haphazardly placed back in position and it hardly looks classy, but it's clean. (Well, there might be a few suspicious bloodstains on the carpet, but dealing with that just made Des want to weep and he left it alone.)
At the moment, the "man of the house," himself, is sprawled on the couch, sleeping (and snoring), while the TV blares some old movie that was apparently much better than the news reports here lately.
True to his word to Martha, there are also some wine bottles being chilled in the kitchen.... Well, actually, there is a single wine bottle standing upright in a mixing bowl full of ice with two coffee mugs set beside it, because hell if Des knows where the hell the wine glasses got off to. Classy is overrated, dammit.
Besides... The apocalypse cares not for class nor dignity.