"HEY." He rubs his arm but it's all fake melodrama, fake agony. "I like my sister too. Just don't tell anyone I said so. I got a reputation to protect."

Now he's all kinds of amused, and reaches into his jacket pocket, holds out a little bag for her. "Here, Chuck. I got you something at the beach when you weren't lookin'." Nah, she was too busy oohing and aahing over the bangles, but he found this little tiny sliver of a necklace at a stand outside. Silver chain, real petite, and a little carving made of some beach coral or some shit like that. It ain't supposed to mean nothin', but he liked it.

The fuck, right? He must've been a lot more relaxed than he thought.