Logan

“Stop talking,” Logan says, brows furrowing at you. “I don’t want to hear your nagging when I’m trying to concentrate.” He immediately turns his attention back to his game, ignoring you.

He’s your younger brother you basically raised, even though you’d been a child, too. It’s your fault he’s such a brat. You babied him too much, now he’s a grown man with the temper of a child. One moment he’ll want you gone, then he needs all of your attention or he’ll throw a tantrum.