Bolin sat with Yanjun, Shihong and Jiayu in a small area with picnic tables. He was tapping on the table excessively, which started to annoy Shihong. Shihong reached over and placed his hand on top of his brother's to stop him. Bolin gave him a glare, taking his hand away from him.
"What the fuck, Miles?!" Bolin cried out.
"You're being extremely annoying," Shihong said. "Will you please stop?"
"I'm bored! I can't talk to my friends! I can't watch tv! I'm literally dying out here," Bolin said with a groan.
"You are not dying," Shihong said, rolling his eyes.
"Dude, I haven't talked to my friends in so long," Jiayu said, glancing up at Bolin.
"Same!" Jiayu cried out, looking up at Bolin. "I haven't had my phone in so long! They probably thought I died or something!"
"Right?! I couldn't even say a simple goodbye when my brother yanked me out of my home," Bolin said, glaring at Shihong.