"Do you want to die, Eason? Did your brain stop growing along with your age? What would've been the point if you were to die in a car crash?" Joel's scoldings could be heard from the courtyard.
Dexter and I stood by the entrance, peeking in. Joel was angrily grabbing Eason, pushing him onto the lawn.
I was perplexed. It seemed a little awkward, considering that Eason was much older than Joel.
What was stranger was the fact that Eason had actually allowed Joel to push him onto the lawn. He did not move, nor did he resist or scold him.
That wasn't how Eason usually was like.
"He's intoxicated," Dexter explained softly. Eason was clearly tipsy judging by the way he was acting. "Say something, will you? I can't believe you got yourself drunk like this!" Joel scratched his head angrily. It was as if he still had to worry about Eason despite him already being an adult.
