"She's out like light." Theo said as he walked into the office, lines of exhaustion etched unto his forehead and chin. "What are you doing in my seat?" He asked Tristan with furrowed eyebrows.
"Why wouldn't I be on your seat?" Tristan asked.
" Why would you be on my seat?" Theo asked in utter confusion.
"Because for some reason, you only put one comfortable chair in all of your offices, I'm beginning to think you do it on purpose." Tristan retorted, accusation in his voice.
"That's a lie." Theo scoffed going to sit in Tristan's former seat, a soft groan slipping from his lips as his ass hit the incredibly stiff cushion.
"Feels good, Right?" Tristan teased, shutting his eyes.
"Fuck off." Theo swore, a bit of humor in his tone as he mirrored his brother's position, leaving his eyes open to gaze at the ceiling.
