Rowan said, “Alright, I’ll go with you to look at houses. If it’s really that good, maybe I’ll buy one too—right across from you—so we can keep each other company. But you’d better not actually buy a house on Wordisk Street.”
Alex had his reasons. He wanted to “get close to the water to reach the moon first.”
Rowan, on the other hand, was lazy. If he bought a house there, he’d have to wake up early for work every day. If he didn’t live there, it would just sit empty or be rented out.
They didn’t need anything extravagant.
Rowan added, “You usually sprint to the company. You just said it’s not convenient for work.”
Alex shot back, “Speaking of which, Rowan, you were so diligent in school. Why are you so lazy now? You sleep in every day. On weekends you don’t work or go anywhere—you just sleep for two whole days.”
He was genuinely worried about his youngest brother. Alex had even taken him to the hospital for a checkup, afraid there might be a health problem. But the results were normal—Rowan was perfectly healthy. He just loved his bed and couldn’t be bothered to go out.
As they drove toward Wordisk Street, Rowan replied, “In school, I was under so much pressure. I had eight brothers watching me—how could I relax? If my grades slipped even a little, you’d beat me to death.