"Must run in the family," he chuckled. "But yeah, sometimes. Because I want quiet during quiet hours, weirdly enough. And I've been know to bang on the walls if people are loud."
He held the door for his brother once they arrived, looking for a free table. He spotted one by the window and claimed it, shrugging off his coat and running a hand through his hair.
"It's weird, not being chained to my desk on a Monday night," he mused. "Wouldn't trade it for anything though."