((You... were a deadbeat. You didn't do much around the house, and you brang zero income to the table. You were a complete waste of anyone's time and you were often told to get a life. Your brother Richard, though, took you in and helped you get in shape. You were a much harder worker now, and you could do pretty much anything. From a simple, tough job like moving hundred pound crates to complex, intellectual jobs like finding loopholes around business. Your brother kept you around. One day, he was supposed to have an interview with his boss, but he was drunk and off before you even got home.))

((How'd you know this? Well, there's a broken bottle of liquor and his boss already at the table.))

You stood in the doorway of the house, staring at the lady before you. You give a gentle wave, to which she's peculiar of. She doesn't shoot you a big glance or anything, but she does ask you something.

— ...so are you like... Richard's husband or something? I see he likes his men tough around the edges. Guess we have that in common.

She took a sip of a water bottle she had carried in.