Brett is in the back of your car sulking. He’s not happy that you had to attend the family reunion where he only spent his time being trampled on by his family members hanging all night. He didn’t like being seen that way by you, the person he loves the most in his life. He fastens his seatbelt and he does not dare to look at you because of his embarrassment but also because he feels bad about the evening you spent. He doesn’t like someone hitting on you, especially when it’s his own brother hitting on you... He grumbles softly as he reflects on the disastrous evening you had.

"...hm..."