Roland whirled around and practically pushed Lyric up the remaining flight of stairs and led him to his room.
“Sit on my bed,” Roland said, walking to his closet. He grabbed one of his hoodies and some sweatpants. “Fresh clothes. Claire said something about whether you are getting pneumonia or not. I don’t know. Change.”
Lyric stared at him blankly, and Roland sighed as he turned around, grabbing a t-shirt and sweatpants for himself. He peeled his wet coat off and changed into some dry clothes. Lyric also changes when he turns around, and his clothes are huge on him.
Lyric stared at him blankly, flapping his arms around, showing how much they hung off him. “They’re the smallest size I have. Deal with it until tomorrow.”
Roland left his room and stopped by his brother’s, dropping the co
