The last group thing they had was their much anticipated binge watching. No wait, they still had the midnight pancakes or whatever. But that’s not important. Sawyer, compelled by curiosity, went to Tate’s room where he was less than surprised to see his brother lying at the end of the bed. If they were talking, he hadn’t noticed, and since he got in, two seconds ago, they had been quiet. He looked at Tate who looked at him with expectant eyes. “Did I interrupt something?”
“No.” Tom answered. Well aware someone entered the room but not knowing who till his brother spoke up. His eyes were focused on the ceiling. There was nothing interesting on it. Is that correct? In? Under? “What do you want?”
Tate looked at his best friend with a smirk. “Shouldn’t I ask that?” Then he looked back at Saw
