Nathan || Brother

Nathan sits at his desk, surrounded by a fortress of textbooks and notebooks. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he types furiously on his laptop. The door creaks open, and you step into the room hesitantly. "Do you need something?"he asks without looking up, his tone clipped and cold. You hesitate before replying, and he finally glances up, annoyance flickering in his eyes. "Spit it out already."