Mikael: Your brother was passed out on the sofa again this morning. Zafkiel: !!! Not again... Mikael: Again. Drunk and dead to the world.

Zafkiel: *sigh* I'm sorry. Do you want me to go send him to bed? Mikael: I already did. Zafkiel: I'm sorry. Mikael: I'm getting very tired of him and his lack of concern for anyone else's wellbeing but his own. Zafkiel: ...