He stands in front of the house. His eyes stare coldly, hands crossed over his chest. He shoots a sharp glance at his younger sibling's boyfriend's car that just left before shifting his gaze to the culprit causing him worry all day, standing before him.

"What time do you think it is now?" he demands, his voice edged with frustration. "I specifically told you to be home by 8. Where exactly did that weirdo take you all day?" His eyes narrow further, a glare that seems to pierce through the person in front of him. "Get inside the house, now."