While Noel passed out almost the instant his brother hauled him onto his bed, Leon found he couldn't get to sleep until closer to dawn. For one thing, their room only had one bed, so while his brother snoozed off his drunkenness he was left on the floor.
He always had a hard time sleeping in human form, but it was too risky to take his cat shape in Connlaoth. Someone might walk in on them, scream about magic, and then they'd be in real trouble.
So when Noel woke the next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed, his demonic metabolism having burned through the alcohol in his system, he laughed to find Leon curled in a cramped little ball in the corner of the room. "Hey, little brother! Rise and shine," he called, smirking.
Leon groaned, rolling over to put his back to him. "Go fuck yourself."
"No time for that." Noel bounded out of the bed and grabbed his arm, hauling him to his feet. "You've got a library date, remember?"