"What?" he snaps.
"Do you always dress like you're a forty-year-old accountant?" I ask once I've sobered.
"Shut up," he says, padding barefoot to his own bed. He turns the room light off, but he still has his bedside table lamp on, showcasing his pyjamas in all their glory.
"Where's the cap thing?" I ask, pointing to my head.
Curtis looks like he wants to ignore me, but his curiosity wins out. "Cap thing?"
"You know. The pointy cap thing that goes with those pyjamas? It's what the guy from A Christmas Carol wears."
His jaw clenches and I know he knows what I'm talking about. "Leave me alone, Liam."
"Fine," I say, leaning back in my bed and pulling the blanket over me.
I close my eyes, but I can still sense the light from Curtis's lamp.
"Hey," I say, eyes still closed. "Are you going to turn that off?"
"I'm reading."
I open one eye. It's that goddamned investing book.
"Aren't you tired?" I ask.
"I didn't have time to read today, and I have to read every day."
"You don't have to read every day. Turn that lamp off, it's annoying me."
"You can't even see it. Just go to sleep."
"I can see it."
"Turn on your side then."
And sleep facing the wall? No way. I sleep on my back. "Curtis," I groan. "I'm tired."
"For god's sake — look, I'll be a couple of minutes. Can't you wait until then?"
"Fine," I grumble. I'm saying that word a lot tonight. Curtis sure is bossy.
But not bossy enough to get what he wants, because he's sleeping in the attic with me, instead of with Kennedy. I wonder what he said while I was climbing the stairs.
I ask him so.
Curtis looks at me over his book. "I thought you wanted to go to sleep."
"I can't, not until you turn off the lamp."
"You asking me questions makes me take longer to read."
"Stop deflecting. Why aren't you sharing a room without Kennedy?"
His jaw juts out. "Because her parents said so."
"And Kennedy suddenly listens to them?"
"No, but Erin does."
