“And, thank you very much, I am not that stupid!” he says, realizing what I actually said.
“Oh, pshh, please babe. There aren’t enough Shade’s in the world to screw in your lightbulb.”
Shade just looked at me, at a loss for words. As he was searching my face, I could tell he was looking for a sign of weakness – he wasn’t getting it. “Whatever.”
I roll my eyes, sit up and stretch. Looking down, I see that I’ve been wearing the same clothes for a week. Normally, I wouldn’t mind, but now that we were in New York, people were bound to notice.
“Do you think any clothing stores are open?” I ask him.
“I don’t know. You know why I don’t know? Because I’m stupid!!” he yells, storming into the bathroom.
“Shade..” I begin.
“No! Save it!” I hear muffled through the door.
With a sigh, I start making the bed. I don’t know why I did, though – he was probably going to bed pretty soon too.