His last name probably wouldn’t make much of a difference, as Rowan is sure the name Wesley doesn’t ring any bells. “Maybe not, but it’d make me feel a little better to know who’s approaching me in the parking lot like some kinda stalker,” she points out, with a shrug of her shoulders. Not that it would matter if he ended up being one of Tyson’s goons, surely there to shove her in the back of a utility van and take her to some warehouse across the city. A brow raises when he talks about siblings, having always thought that it was only her and Reina out there. “I asked him about my mother once and he threatened to put me through a wall, so no, it never came up.” She admits, giving probably a little too much information, but the words slip out before she can stop them. “You tryin’ to tell me you’re my brother?” The skepticism is clear in both her voice and on her features.
Maybe they should’ve done this sitting down at a restaurant or something but that seemed like a ton of work when they could just rip the bandaid off now. “I’m not a stalker, I swear.” Doing this was unconventional and who the hell would know if she’d believe him? He could feel his blood pressure rising when she mentioned her father. He would’ve loved to put that man through a wall if that’s how he treated his sister. Not that their mother was much better than that, though she never physically threatened him. He gave her a nod, “I guess so, yeah. Sorry there’s not some big song and dance with it. I just had to find you.” Ever since their mother mentioned having another kid, he was determined to find her, no matter how many years it took. “I know this sounds nuts but I swear, I’m not makin’ this shit up just for the hell of it. Should we sit down somewhere?”