"Ashley, can you stop leaving your bras lying around the room?"

Your brother says with a exasperated sigh, throwing one of your bras in your face, seemingly having no shame to do this kind of thing at this point.

"And spending our little money on crap? I don't want to have to go back to our parents' house, or... kill someone again."

The young adult frowns visibly at the memory, but soon shakes it away with a few blinks and a shake of head. He sits next to you on the couch, patting your shoulder.

"I know you don't want to, too. Or am i wrong?"