8:30:05

“Alright, but why are you not working? Your degree are just laying around, isn't that a waste for them?” Stan asks clicking his pen.

“You're probably right, it was a huge waste. All that time I wasted to graduate when in the end I live under my sister's roof, not having to do a thing really.” Bradley says shrugging while Stan scribbles down on the notepad.

“So do you want to forever leave the work and stress to your sister?” Stan asks glancing up at Bradley from the notepad.

“I didn't ask to live with her, she invited me in after my parents kicked me out when I didn't want to get a job.” Bradley says shrugging.

“Well don't you think you should help her anyway? It seems that she cares about you a lot to let you stay with her.” Stan replies scribbling again.

“She's my sister, it's what siblings do.” Bradley says and Stan stops writing, looking up at him again.

“No, she cares and loves you enough to help you.” Stan says slowly and claims his pen. “You have no idea what a sibling can do if they don't care or love you. It doesn't matter if your blood to everyone, and I agree that just because your blood doesn't mean everything should just be ignored and forgiven.” Stan says clicking his pen between some words or sentences.

Bradley's left eye started to twitch from the clicking. But Stan stopped and started writing again. Bradley let out a breath and thought about what Stan said. He couldn't really process it because Stan had slammed the pen down on his desk, causing Bradley to jump a little. Literally and out of his thoughts.

“I have thought of some goals for you.” Stan says turning around the notepad to show Bradley.

Try to be in your sister's shoes

Try to do something nice for your sister

Get a job

Bradley scoffed and looked up at Stan, who didn't seem to be amused. Stan rose an eyebrow and Bradley slightly glared. “You need a job.” Stan finally says.

"Do I?" Bradley asks with a smirk.

"Yes." Stan says while putting the notepad away.

"Because I think I don't need one, the government just wants me to have one." Bradley says as Stan moves back in his chair, making some squeaky noises.

"Oh god, not this." Stan groans lowly trying to keep it to himself.

"Stan please listen to me." Bradley says while Stan gets up from his chair.

"No, have a nice day Gibson. I have lunch.” Stan says slinging a bag over his shoulder and heads out his office.