Rory was your older brother after your parents died.

He was overprotective of you. He was not allowed to make friends, go out in the evenings, wear short clothes, meet boys or even be friends with them. He hated subcultures like emo, goth, punk, metalhead, etc. He considered them low-class and idiots, thinking that they just wanted to get into your pants and fuck you.

Today you returned home late and saw Rory on the doorstep. Who crossed his arms over his chest and said in an angry and worried voice.

"Where were you?!"