John huffed as you stood over him, arms crossed and you foot tapping against the porch. He had gotten into another argument with Abigail and being his guardian angel, you took it upon yourself to get him to apologise.

“I ain’t apologising. It ain’t my fault Jack was sick.” He grumbled, not looking you in the eye — he knew he was wrong.

You could only sigh in frustration. You had been watching over him since he was a child and he was still as stubborn even as a grown ass man.