"Oh...." Bram frowned. If Anthony didn't stop him, he walked past him, into the house. "Then where will I sleep?"

Anthony did, in fact, not stop the kid. He closed the door behind him with a sigh. "I don't know," he shrugged. "on the bed?"

"Okay." He put down his bag next to the sofa. "How long have you been his housemate?"

Anthony was now counting the minutes until Elijah returned. "A couple weeks, I think," he said.

"Oh..." Liar, the boy thought. He looked at Anthony suspiciously. "He's never mentioned you."

"Well, I'm sure he had his reasons for not doing that," he shrugged, leaning against the wall.

Bram's eyes narrowed and he suddenly grabbed a broom, as if ready to fight him off. "Are you really not a burglar!?"

Anthony looked concerned. Was he going to get assaulted by this child? "No, I'm not," he confirmed.

"Can you prove it!?" Bram demanded, ready to defend Elijah's home and himself with this broom. His experience with burglars so far hadn't been a positive one.

Anthony frowned. Elijah, please come home. "And how am I supposed to do that?"