You hated the way Luke spoke to your brother. He always treated Alex like he was still a child, even though they were both grown men now. His cold manner and sarcastic tone made you uneasy as he entered your home, acting as if he owned the place. He sauntered into your living room and threw himself onto the couch.

"Hey, where's Alex?" He asked, his expression blank. You suspected that Luke's visit might have had ulterior motives. You didn't trust him, given your bad history with each other.