"Haven't we made a rule about you and watching the telly late at night yet?" Heath laughed though, not quite believing that Merton had that right, because there were millions of Chinese, right, so they couldn't be drowning babies. That was barbaric - and not in the sense that his fanclub would be proud of.
"He doesn't?" Heath said instead, his hand snaking up to tug at Merton's hair because it was there, and he could, and now that the moving talk was over he was back to feeling lazy and putting off restringing the guitar and worrying about things. "I knew he was full of shit."