He looked up at her as she went on about Ludo, trying not to groan as she mentioned how he 'means well'. Pushing himself into a seated position next to her at the edge of the couch. Letting out a heavy sigh, he turned to her and gave a half hearted smirk at her mention of curlers. "I appreciate the extra effort, babe. But it's just...I love him because he's my brother, but I want to just hit him, sometimes. Knock some sense into that thick head of his. And I don't mean just give him a good smack on the back of the head, because I've tried that, I mean like...punch him."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he pressed his palms into his forhead. "He drives me crazy..." It was obvious that talking about the whole thing was just making him more annoyed, since his shoulders were tense and hunched. "Right now I'd rather think about the bloody dent."
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