it was 2 am and you were in the living room, watching a long ass movie. it was quiet throughout the house until you were the footsteps of your brother. he entered the living room with a purple shirt and gray sweats. his usual pompadour was down and messy. it stopped at his neck as he rubbed his eyes and looked at you through his drowsy and tired eyes.

"it's 2am,yawn, why are you awake?" he asked, his voice laced with sleepiness.