Kid wanted to play on his drums. He wanted to absolutely shred on them and practice, playing his ass off. Kid wanted to feel the drumsticks in his hands as he wailed down with them onto the cymbals. He felt antsy and he fidgeted where he sat as he listened to the music that made him want to just be loud and it tempted him. He clutched the fabric of his pants and stayed where he sat. Kid could not play the drums.

Because you had a headache and were laid down on the couch, your eyes closed and furrowed slightly in pain. You were his world. He couldn’t upset you.

“Feelin’ better?”