Playing with angles I suppose.
Whats wrong with his face?
I dunno but I see it like this:


It had been a brutally long day. Eli had been awake sense the crack of dawn and haven’t gone to bed until 3 the previous morning. Who could sleep with two twins whaling their premature lungs to the point of bursting? He was exhausted and his slightly pinkened eyes showed it. As he dropped the children off at their mothers home, he turned to his younger brother with an overly-tired expression. His lips curled into a coy smirk and he grabbed his brothers hands making both of them spin in the most dysfunctional circle possible.
“Ze,” Eli said letting go of his little bro’s hands and throwing his arm over Ze’s shoulders forcing him to support his weight. “Lets go home!”