“Jordan? What are you doing,” Devin asked in frustration as he finished up cleaning the kitchen.
“None of your business,” Jordan said after he jolted, hearing his name. Jordan buried his head into the laptop. His nose and mouth were out of Devin’s point of view. His eyes were lit from the glow of the silver laptop as he reclined on the surface of his bed.
Devin could see Jordan, shielding himself from him, using the the slim piece of screen to divide them. “It is part of my business. It is my computer,” Devin said, throwing the damp cloth on the counter top.
“Half,” Jordan replied, making small eye contact before diving back and relinquishing his attention. “It’s half of your computer.”