I wondered who the Hell would ever want to bang my brother. Guy's a stick in the mud more times than not.

( Still, it's said rather fondly despite the way he rolls his eyes.

He lifts a couple chunks of debris and walks with them to get them out of the way of the building he'd been perched on above. Dropping the pieces, he gives another look up to where he had been before he turns his focus back onto his nephew there.

Sigh on his lips, he shifts his weight to one side as he stands there, expression gently sympathetic. )

If you're gonna ask about your mom, I don't have a clue myself. Sorry.