“Are they awake, Finn?” Landon asks softly from the kitchen. I hear him moving toward us, but before he can see the state of his brother, Finn reaches out and slaps a hand over Landon’s eyes. “You don’t want to see,” he tells him. “Huh? Why not?” Landon asks, his hand reaching up to pry Finn’s hand from his face, and when Landon’s eyes land on his still snoozing brother, they widen. “Oh…Oh shit.” He chuckles in disbelief and turns toward Finn. “Well, that’s not something my eyeballs needed to see. Why did you let me look?” Finn sighs. “I tried. But when do you ever listen to me?”
