Tommy and Izzy
"No thanks," he replied, swaying slightly as he stood by his door and knuckled at his eyes. It took a moment, and then he opened his door and walked in.
It didn't take long for him to reach his bed (or smack his shins off of it) and then he just slumped onto it. His teeshirt was pulled off and his trainers were toed off and then he simply stopped. He'd been running on fumes for long enough and now there was nothing left. He sat there on the bed, holding his teeshirt and watched his mom.