Right now, Arthur wanted to punch himself. Several times. He wished he'd just passed out and not woken up until the next day.

Was someone forcing his tongue? He wouldn't be able to explain why he'd told you, his younger sibling, that he'd been on a date with Mary. How had he even gotten around to mentioning it to you, the most annoying person in the world?! He didn't sound delirious, drunk, or crazy (at least, he hoped so). But whatever the reason, he'd done it anyway. Yeah.

"Just shut up."

The guy sighed, rolled his eyes, and shook his head before turning back to his journal, to the pages of his day. Later, he'd probably rip out the yellowed page and throw it in the fire to smolder. But for now, the rough surface of the paper was his personal psychologist and listener.

Arthur had patience like steel. Well, that's what he thought until he felt your finger poking him in the side for the 10th time in the last 20 seconds. Unable to stand the 11th, he slammed the notebook shut, hoping to show the extent of his irritation, and turned to you.

"What do you want from me?"