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large, heavily lashed brown eyes, though Wyatt’s peered through the wire framed glasses he always wore, making them look larger still. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked.
    Doug gave him a drowsy account of the nightly parties upstairs, coming more awake as he went on, anger beginning to tap his temples with the retelling of it. “It’s insane,” he said. “I feel like I’m back in college. Every night, man. These pricks have no consideration. It’s making me nuts.”
    Wyatt scowled, and Doug almost regretted telling him about the neighbors. His brother’s constant worry was both endearing and annoying. He knew it was only because Wyatt cared about him, and had therefore made it his mission to make sure Doug didn’t get stressed out again. But he was beginning to resent that look in his brother’s eyes, like Doug was a piece of delicate china, ready to shatter at any moment. “I’m fine, Wyatt, stop looking at me like that.”
    “What? How am I looking at you?”
    “Like you’re worried I’m gonna flip out and punch them or something.”
    Wyatt laughed. “I wasn’t thinking that. I was thinking you should call Anna and tell her.”
    Doug waved a hand at him. “I’m not calling the landlord on them.”
    “Then go up there and talk to them, ask them to keep it down at night. You have to live here, Dougy, this is your home. You can’t deal with that every night.”
    “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m hoping it will just stop so I don’t have to confront anyone.”
    Wyatt shook his head. “I’m telling you, I think you should call Anna. Have her talk to them.”
    Doug rubbed his eyes then stood, scratching one butt cheek. “Do you want coffee? I need coffee.”
    “Actually, I have to go.” Wyatt stood. “I’m off work and we’re taking Mandy to the zoo today. I wanted to drop off the rest of your stuff and invite you to dinner tonight at the house.”
    Doug grinned, raising his eyebrows. “Dinner? I figured you’d be so glad to have me out of your house I’d be banned for a while.”
    Wyatt laughed. “Beth’s idea. She pointed out that you might not have had time to go shopping, and could probably use a nice meal. Unless you have plans. It is Friday, after all.”
    “No, no plans. I haven’t quite gotten around to acquiring a life yet.”
    “Good, you can make it then. Come on by around seven, I might invite a couple more people, make it an official dinner party.”
    “Okay, sounds good. Sadly, I think I could use a night out of the house. Even though I just got here.”
    “Well, the place looks great,” Wyatt said, giving him a quick hug and shoulder slap. “I’m glad you’re so close by, we’ll have to go for a run together one of these mornings.”
    “Sounds good. I’ll see you later on. And thanks again. For finding me this place.”
    “I’m just glad it worked out.” Wyatt paused as he opened the door. “I hope your neighbors shut up so you can get some sleep. I don’t like seeing you pissed off.”
    “I’m fine, Wyatt. Really. I’ll deal with it.”
    “You sure?”
    “I’ll deal with it. Go on. Stop worrying about me.”
    “Okay.” He laughed, raising his hands. “I’ll back off. See you tonight,” he said, then left, closing the door.
    Doug made coffee, then moved to his bedroom to put on his running clothes. The dreaded radiator was now silent. Apparently the upstairs revelers slept late, or had already left for work. He peeked out the back window, pulling the shade aside. The vintage sports car was in the garage, and now a large blue van sat parked behind it. Sleeping in, then. He had a good mind to blast the stereo at peak volume to wake them.
    Yeah, I really need a run . He desperately required endorphins to calm his nerves, and give him that warm, happy feeling. 
    He got dressed and left the house. It was a gorgeous spring morning, the air crisp and sweet. The houses along his street all had neatly manicured lawns with lots of flowering shrubs, making