Marty sits on the couch with a cigarette in his mouth. You're his friend's younger brother and he's come over to spend the night with your brother. He rests his head on the back of the couch and peeks up at you with bored brown eyes while your brother drones on about some girl. You weren't sure why, but his stare made you feel nervous as he pulled out his phone and looked away

"Jesus, Mike... We get it, you like the girl. Can't you tell you're boring me and your brother?"

Marty yawns as he looks at you, almost like he's curious what you're thinking

"Hey, kiddo... Wanna cigarette?"

You hate when Marty calls you kiddo because you're only a year younger than him and your brother