JJ, Robbie, and Lola are eating in the kitchen when I finally make it downstairs; they look like hungover pieces of shit, but they're all laughing. Well, until I appear and then Lolas eyes narrow. "Bed cold, Hawkins?" Dragging my hand down my face, I awkwardly shuffle toward hem. I lean my elbows across the kitchen island and prepare myself for the torture. "I know, Lola, I know. How do you know so quickly? You haven't even been home yet." “Because we saw them trying to sneak out of here in your T-shirt an hour after you two snuck upstairs." For once, JJ and Robbie aren't saying a word; they’re staring into the cereal bowls like it's the most exciting thing they've ever seen. ”I’ve been calling them, but they’re not answering. What's your apartment number? I'll drive over there." "Have you taken too many hits to the head, hockey boy? They’re upstairs." She picks up her mug of coffee and brings it to her lips, still glowering at me over the rim. "I wasn't going to let them get into an Uber drunk and sad wearing just a T-shirt. They slept in Henry room." "And where did Henry sleep?" I ask as calmly as I can manage. "I dunno, probably snuggled up next to them.” Her smile is huge, borderline sinister. "They haven't come down yet. You know what they say about men in the morning being glorious. He's so sweet and kind; it's always the quiet ones, y know? Henry will treat her real good."