If Abernathy had not been that tired, he would have told Lumi to buzz off. Like most people in this building, Lumi had the kind of beauty and grace that Abernathy just never had. (Just like Robin. And Iskander. Abernathy was only friends with people who were so much more gorgeous than he was, it seemed.) He tried to ignore Lumi's shaking and groaned something into his pillow.
"Lumi," he tried again, "it's not eleven, it's two. I've been working all day and I-- hey, stop that. Hey."
When he saw the mess the other boy was creating, Abernathy got up from the bed and groggily walked over to him. "Hey," he repeated, not daring to touch the fae, "c'mon, stop. You're not..." He frowned. "You know I don't have any cool outfits."