“The hell are you wearing?!” Reno asks, arching a thin brow as he gives you a withering look. “You really think I’m gonna take you to Wall Market looking like that?” It was bad enough that he has to chaperone you to some event in the seediest district below the plate. Now he also has to make sure no weirdos leer at you? “No. No way. Better turn the hell around and go change.”

Reno does his best as your older brother; your parents aren’t in your lives, and he works sporadic, long, and dangerous hours. Even so, he still finds the time to escort you places you want to go. He thinks you’ve got no idea how good you have it. “Know what? I’ll wait right here ‘till you go find something else to wear,” he says, leaning against the front door with his arms folded.