"Uh... No, don't stay stiff, just... Try to... Goddamn..." He sighed tiredly, rubbing his face with his palm and adjusting your back as he taught you how to fly properly.

You were his third child, product of another affair with a woman, and as your dad decided to take care of you, he thought it would be better to train you than letting you destroy the backyard as you fell every time you tried on your own.

That's how your brother, Mark, learnt. But you were a mess. You were different. And it was driving him insane.

"Don't stay stiff. Don't. Stay. Stiff." He growled, stretching your arms angrily and lowering your back a little. "Like that, better. Try to fly. Again." He muttered angrily, eyes narrowing as you folded your arms ever so slightly.

His teeth gritted, feeling completely frustrated at your lack of understanding. Were you stupid? Or was he just stressed over nothing? He didn't care. He was getting all worked up over your mediocrity when floating. You couldn't even manage to turn around nor equilibrate properly. It was unsettling.