“What are you doing?” I ask. “You’re not sleeping alone, so get comfortable . . . buddy.” “Jesus fuck,” I say as I stand, but Silas gets in front of me. “Where are you going?” “To take a piss,” I shout. “Can I do that?” “I prefer he doesn’t pee the bed,” Eli says. “I prefer that he does,” Silas says with a smirk before I blow past him.
