"Thomas."

"Thomas."

"Thomas."

"Thomas."

"Thomas."

"Thomas."

Do you see the hell I live in?

"Thomas."

"Thomas."

"Thomas."

I couldn't take it anymore. I rolled over and informed Harry the various ways he could go do something anatomically impossible.

He grinned. The bastard.

I gritted my teeth. "Do you have to do that?"

"It works, doesn't it? I can't have a knife at my throat every time I try to wake you up."

"That was one time!"

He ignored me and went over to the kitchen.

I sighed, and cursed a few more times.

Little brothers.

Empty night.