Edd slumped into the armchair, a hair’s breadth away from passing out. He was exhausted to the core. Early mornings and long nights at the lab were wearing him out. Only a few weeks of the commitment and already he felt lifeless, a drone. He sighed loudly and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep in the position he fell into, but a loud slam made him jet upright. Eddy came stomping out into the living area in boxers and a t-shirt, talking loudly on the phone to whom he could make an educated guess was Ed. Eddy disappeared into the kitchen and he could hear the sound of the fridge opening and closing. He came back around the corner sipping on a beer, stopping dead in his tracks when he spotted Edd’s weary face.
“Who died?” He asked brashly, taking another sip. Some inaudible chatter could be heard on the other line of the phone, but Edd could tell he was talking to him.
“Nobody, not that I know of,” he said quietly, straining to utter every word,