"What's there to worry about? If you're not here interrupting me, I'd probably be done in two minutes."
As Cyrus said this, his hands were flying over the keyboard at a surprising speed. It left Jordan, who prided himself on his fast typing, quite shocked.
"Cyrus, with such a fast tempo, it would be a waste to just use it on the computer. Why don't you pick up playing the drums with your uncle? I swear I'll make sure you get up on stage at least once a week."
"Hmph..." Cyrus snorted disdainfully.
"Uncle, my mom would rather I work on my computer than play the drums."
Jordan felt a bit awkward. He had come in here intending to comfort Cyrus if he was upset, but it seemed that was unnecessary.
Now, all the comforting words he had prepared were going to waste.
"Alright, Uncle, stop hovering around. I can deal with this myself. If something can't be resolved with words, then action should be taken."