Later when Cain had stopped sulking, the two of them were getting ready for bed. They both stared at the only bed and then glared at one another menacingly. I want the bed. I had it last night, so it's only fair I sleep in it again. Cain dived on to it before poor Glitch even had the chance. He beamed and laughed at him cruelly. It was the head-case's turn to roll his eyes. The sofa was going to mess up his back, or at least he thought it would. Cain smirked a satisfied smirk as he settled down for the night.
" Night, babe," he said as he laid his head on the pillow.
Glitch presented him with the dirtiest look he could muster. He noisily attempted to make himself comfortable by tossing and turning and jumping and bouncing on the sofa. After several minutes, he settled down on his front. He anchored his hands to the armrest and rested his head on them. When he heard Cain start snoring, his anger subsided slightly and even a smile crept across his mouth as he closed his eyes to go to sleep.
Cain's eyes fluttered open. He leant forward and rubbed his face to waken himself up a little more. He tousled his short blonde hair and shook his head slightly. When he had stretched, he went to the bathroom, dragging his heavy feet behind him. Once he had finished doing his morning rituals, he didn't feel gritty and sweaty anymore. It was hard to contain a small grin as he admired his clean-shaven chin in the bathroom mirror. This was the closest shave he had ever done. Even his upper lip was free of hair, and that was the most difficult section to defeat. Eyeing his face reminded him of when he was a child and his father would be whistling a merry tune whilst shaving as he watched, begging him to teach him how to shave. That memory made the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. The cerulean orbs of his eyes shimmered, somewhat longingly. Wyatt Cain, a young boy? He certainly believed he looked young again. He wondered if Glitch would notice. He wouldn't notice because he was fast asleep, laying flat on his back, twitching every few seconds. He had hands on his chest and his cheeks are damp with drool, but looked peaceful. Cain grimaced when he spotted the dribble. He gave the sofa a good hard kick, waking up the sleeping man.
" Get up, zipper-head. Let's go get some grub," he snarled in annoyed tone.
" Hey, that wasn't nice!" Glitch yelled. " I still feel tired." He wiped away the drool with his sleeves when he realised why his face felt so wet.
" Drink a cup o' Joe and you'll be fine. C'mon!" He kicked the sofa one more time to get 'zipper-head' moving, making him frown in confusion.