"But the nights are longer," Lorcan replied, brushing invisible lint from the sleeve of his shirt. "You of all people should know best about my sleeping patterns, I guess. It is still early in the day for me."
Tracing an invisible pattern with his index finger on the tabletop Lorcan pursed his lips before looking at Blaise again. "Everything," He replied because really, that was the shortest answer he could give. "For how long have you known me? How's the future gonna be? And if I'm turning into one of these conformist idiots writing songs about absolutely nothing and building a perfectly clean and scandal-free image of myself just to satisfy fans then I don't want to know."