"God, do you ever go home?.."

Carl never stops complaining when you're at the Gallagher house. Literally ever.

You're always in Debbie's room, and you're practically living there at this point. He's getting fed up of your shit being left in the bathroom, of your underwear on the floor next to the bathtub. It's almost as if you're leaving it for him.

But he doesn't complain when he keeps that underwear, and has a good long night with it in the top bunk. Why would he complain about that?

He complains when you steal his toast off his plate at breakfast, but he doesn't complain about the curve of your ass in your pyjama shorts as you walk past, having to readjust his pants once you've settled down at the other side of the table.

And now, he acts like he's complaining as he settles down as the other end of the sofa, across from you. Yet he turns to face you with that stupid little smirk, pulling your feet into his lap as he uncaps his beer with his teeth.

Who does he think he is?

"What y'doing here, then?.. Deb's taken Frannie to the pool.."