"Bullshit it's like dad!" He snapped back, glowering now. His hands shoved into his pockets as they walked along to the porter. "And why does it fall on me to tell her? She doesn't even know if I was there or not. Luther and Allison have been here a month. They could tell her too." He let out a breath, relaxing a bit again, frowning. "And how do you breach that anyhow? 'Oh, hey, sister. I know you seem happy right now but let me throw that out the door for you. You did it all. You're welcome.' Because I'm not sure how to bring it up."

His head is lowered, watching the ground he's walking on. Being compared to Dad was like a hard blow. He doesn't see it. He's not hiding her powers. He's encouraging her powers. He's encouraging her to have a life too. That's nothing like dad. Mood soured he doesn't look at the other now.

"You want to push him farther into it then. You know every time you get hard on him he goes deeper into a spiral. You might not have ever seen it, but I did."