“You look nice, “ he says as he passes his sister a glass of champagne, clinks his glass with hers and takes a drink from the flute in his own hand. Honestly, they had been getting a long much better than they had in a long while, so much so that she was a pretty active participant in his life in general these days. It was nice, actually. Though, he would never tell her that. If you had told him even ten years ago that he’d be sharing a drink with his sister willingly, he would have laughed in your face. Instead though, he’s the one that came up to her, offered to grab them both flutes of champagne. He hadn’t seen her since she dropped the tickets off in his office and insisted on staying and bothering him. “Did you come with anybody?” he begins, eyebrows raised “do I need to have a talk with them?” because, isn’t that what older brothers do? He wouldn’t know, he barely was one to her. But it’s all in jest, though, well, he would protect Mila no matter what, whatever past they had, she was his sister, one of the only members of his biological family that he could bare to be with. @milaxmorgan
