"You're such a good boy," I tease with a brotherly grin, giving him a squeeze and tickling his side with a laugh. "If you ever get the urge to clean another bathroom, there's one here for you."

At the mention of his phone, I let out a groan and look over at mine. It's sitting on the table next to my empty coffee cup displaying the time, and I reach out to turn it onto its face.

"I went my entire life without having anything like a cell phone, and now I'm kind of addicted to the thing," I tell him, turning my gaze back over to him. "I like how it lets me be connected to people, and how it puts every song I could ever want in my pocket."