No ’cause Charli has me THROWING FURNITURE.
Like sir. SIR. Your brother is literally drowning in his own power, barely holding himself together, and you’re too busy playing trophy alpha in your boyfriend’s pheromone cloud to NOTICE???
He’s overwhelmed, overstimulated, and clearly spiraling —and where’s Charli? Up Babe’s ass like it’s a paid position with health insurance. Like??? I KNOW you and Babe are all mated and bonded and whatever but you don’t need to be surgically attached 24/7.
Charli acting like if he blinks, Babe will disappear into the ether. BFFR. Your man is not gonna self-destruct if you take FIVE MINUTES to check on your brother.
Jeff doesn’t need a savior. He needs a sibling who gives a fuck.
ANYWAY …. I’m being dramatic I know .
Ps: to clarify I’m really only speaking about the scene at the garage .