Dinner is over. As usual, Theo is the first person to finish, and he pushes his chair back, standing up. “I’m finished.” Nathaniel glances up as he settles his fork in his empty plate. “Brush your teeth before going to bed.” Theo lets out a long, suffering sigh, like he’s being asked to climb a mountain instead of walk ten feet to a bathroom. "I knew you were going to say that,” he drawls out, sounding lazily tired. Nathaniel, though, doesn’t give in to his shenanigans. His face is calm, voice even when he replies. “That's because I always do Theo mutters something under his breath before heading down the hallway, and a few seconds later, his bedroom door closes, leaving the penthouse in total silence. Without a word, I get up just as Nathaniel coincidentally does, and begun gathering the plates, only for him to reach for the stack in my hands. “I’ve got it.” "I know,” I say. "Then why are you still holding them?" He asks, lifting a brow. "Because I'm helping,” I shrug
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