“Have a good trip.” Fiearius waved him off, yawning.
Cyrus frowned and gestured towards the outside world. “Come on.”
Fiearius blinked back at him. “What?”
There wasn’t time for this. “Come. On,” he said again, gesturing more dramatically.
But Fiearius didn’t budge. “Why?”
“Just come with me, please,” Cyrus snapped before marching back into the living room, grabbing his brother’s arm and yanking it towards the exit.
“Where the hell am I going?” Fiearius wanted to know, only just letting Cyrus pull him along out of the door.
Cyrus didn’t answer as he turned around to make sure the apartment was sealed and locked. Satisfied it’d be safe in their absence, he spun around and came face to face with Fiearius glowering at him. Unphased, he looked the man up and down, his clothes wrinkled from sleeping in them, his hair pointed in all directions and an unflattering ga