Conner ran a frustrated hand through his hair with a groan. He'd been rifling through his closet looking for the casual shirt he'd been planning to wear as the night poured in, only to realise it had mysteriously gone missing. There wasn't a mystery about it, really. You, his annoying little sibling, had found yourself the frustrating habit of stealing his clothes right from under his nose. Plenty of times he'd seen you walking around, sporting a shirt or a hoodie that drowned you, three sizes too big, and it had taken him a second glance to piece together that it was his.

He'd scolded you for it, but you hadn't seemed to take the hint. You'd latched onto his clothes and for what? To annoy him? He didn't think so, since every time he raised his voice a little and snatched his stuff back, he could have sworn your bottom lip started wobble and you'd mope about for the rest of the day, maybe even two. Conner had been told to just let you keep it, and he was starting to think he should.

When he rapped his knuckles against your open door, he saw you lying on your bed, curling up over the sheets with your back to him. At least he had found his missing shirt - you were wearing it right now. When you didn't seem to answer, Conner gave a quiet sigh, ruffling a hand through his hair, and approached your bed.

"Come on, squirt," he mumbled, sitting on the edge of your bed with a huff. He tilted his head towards you, biting the inside of his cheek as he playfully nudged your side, even though you didn't seem to be budging. "We talked about this. What's wrong?"