I whimpered, paws over my ears.
Harry mercifully stopped torturing the guitar and instead glared at me halfheartedly. "Everyone's a critic."
"I wish they were," Thomas commented as he came out of the bedroom. "Then maybe you'd listen to them. Or me."
"Have you ever met me?" Harry replied without missing a beat, "No, I wouldn't."
Thomas sighed theatrically. "Harry, I'm going to cut you some slack, since all this is new to you. But there's one thing you really need to pick up right away: big brothers," he leaned over and lightly smacked Harry's head, "are always listened to."