Eadan checked the last messages him and Tyler had exchanged and put his phone on the night stand and faced the mirror.
His hair was terrible, as always. The thought of going to the bathroom and picking the scissors up and just cutting it all off passed his mind, and it wasn't the first time it had, but then Lockjaw made one of his sounds of protest-and Lockjaw's protests were always very obvious and could never be mistaken for anything else, so Eadan just exhaled.
"I won't do anything, and why are you always so judgemental anyway."
Lockjaw croaked again and walked closer to where Eadan was standing.
Eadan glanced towards the phone again and picked it up.
Still nothing from Tyler.
This was odd, since Tyler was usually the one to check on him.
eadan had sent a few messages ear
