Elijah held up his hands. "Bram, why are you being rude? Will is wanting to help. I am very happy to have you both here, and I hope you can be happy. Let us not fight, alright?" He seemed in thought. "Why don't both of you grab a pillow and blanket from my linen closet. I will let you both have the bed and I'll take the sofa. Otherwise someone would have to sleep on the floor and that isn't fair." He seemed to think it over. "But I may change that if I hear arguing tonight." He didn't want to sound too serious but he also meant what he said. They were going to get along even if it killed him.