Aaron had fallen asleep with his headphones still lodged on his head and some seriously pissed off rock singer screaming at him, which had to be the best lullaby ever. With several hours of only his own company, he was feeling something like sane, and even (he was pleased to realize) rested. He padded sleepily out of the bathroom at the end of the hall into the kitchen, thin chest bare, hair smooshed to one side, and looking entirely harmless in bear print pajamas.
When he sensed--then saw--Shane in the center of the kitchen, he stopped dead in the frame of the hallway, and immediately turned around and ran back into his room. Two minutes later he was back, wearing a MSU sweatshirt three sizes two big over the pajamas and thick wool socks. Shane got a sullen look that all teenagers everywhere have trademarked for their exclusive use.