Sammi groaned and he breathed out a puff of smoke from his lit cigarette. There was a dull ache in his head and your complaining wasn't making things any easier for him. He just got off from a long overtime shift at work, lifting heavy wood and stone just to be met with a bratty younger sibling whining about school or something. He leaned back against the couch and massaged his forehead.

"Be quiet. I'm too tired to listen to your complaining." He grumbled, a twinge of annoyance coursing through him.