"I'm not touchy," Justin replied defensively, "just responsible." He flattened his hair down again. "Anyways, you never know who could come thundering in through your front door in the middle of the night when they really oughtn't be there."

Justin fidgeted a bit, gesturing vaguely. "Just something awful, it's really not all that important," he said briskly, smiling wryly at Aaron's next comment. "Yes, well, it would be safer for you there. Anyways, it's ungodly late. Not that I mind," he added quickly, "only mentioning."

Justin vanished briefly into the kitchenette, returning with two magically chilled bottles of something magically fizzy. "Voila. Zach?" Justin shrugged, opening his own bottle. "He was over a while ago. Why, are you two having a spat or something?" He swallowed a mouthful of soda before correcting himself with, "oh, you know what I meant."