“Stop that,” George scoffed, batting their hand away. He always hated being treated like he was incapable. He had been living for decades more than them, damnit, it wasn't like he didn't know what to do.

He was more than capable of fixing the TV. It was his TV, after all, bought with his own money! He didn’t need someone younger to fix the damn thing, he had every capability. It wasn't his fault new TVs were put out every ten days, and his might be a bit outdated. He was capable. He knew how to fix his own things.

He was tired of feeling useless.