“You’re what?” Dad bellowed.
Eli rolled his eyes, thankful that his back was turned, and continued to pack the contents of his drawing desk into a box. He would have to commandeer the desk in Rob’s room properly—it wasn’t like Rob used it for anything other than an oversized shelf after all. The man didn’t even have a laptop.
“I’m moving out,” Eli repeated.
“Moving out. Moving out. Yes. Well. And where do you think you’re going to go?” Dad blustered.
“I found a nice two-bed flat that I’ll be sharing with two other guys,” Eli said flippantly, and shut the box. He added it to the admittedly small-so-far pile, and dragged another empty box over to start emptying the drawers in the bedside table.
“Hawkes.”
“Yep.”
“You’re moving in with Hawkes.”
“His first name is Rob, and it’s really r
