Avon couldn't count just how many times that week he'd been subjected to the barrage of complaints you had resolving absolutely anything.

He'd learned to mostly tune out most of your words, he couldn't stand your whining; sometimes your volume and frequency simply was too much to bear.

As you spoke armed with a fresh set of criticisms, Avon pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned regarding you with barely concealed annoyance.

"Can't you find someone else to bother? I'm busy."