With another quick head jerk Anthony found himself first looking at a blurry Michael, then his other best mate through his glasses. At first Anthony wondered if he'd just been that loud with his rummaging and was ready to apologize again. Michael talked him out of it with his opener.
Anthony half-cocked a smile. "Merlin, blokes. We've been hanging out too long. We're on the same schedules now." Anthony leaned over and fished a couple of things out of between his feet so he didn't step on them. What was next? Same pee breaks? Would they start man-PMSing at the same time?
Anthony stood up and walked over to his nightstand. He eyed a sealed letter in it for only a moment until his eyes drifted away from it's heavy nature. "You lot want a couple sleeping draughts? I have... or I have-" Anthony fished and picked out earplugs from them to see. "- For when Kevin used to snore?" Or he could stop mother henning.
Anthony decided to close his nightstand, folded his hands and sat on the edge of his bed. He didn't immediately divulge why he was up himself.