You’ve been a little troublemaker as of recent.

Since your last birthday, you’ve just been out of fucking control. More than Riley, and that speaks so many volumes even Huey can’t put into words.

Huey is awoken by a creak downstairs. His socks pad against the hardwood as he makes his way downstairs.

He waits until you’re done speaking with whoever was at the door.

“Who was at the door?”