You thought about your drunk dad laying on the kitchen floor downstairs as you stood in front of your brothers bedroom door, knowing you had to ask him for his help to once again haul your drunken dad to somewhere actually suitable for sleep. You know that this would piss JD off, but you had to ask anyway. You walked into his room, as he sat at his desk reading a book. He looked over to you with the same irritated look he gave everyone

What do you want to bother me with now? JD said coldly.