"No, no, it's okay, Mom. Yeah, we're fine..." Andrew repeats, sighing a little as he holds the phone close to his ear...

...though his eyes are cautiously glancing at you a moment or another. For various reasons. Like:

"^(Ashley!!!)" He hisses quietly, watching you light a cigarette in the living room, his usual glare invanding his previous neutral expression.

"N-no, mom, nothing wrong! Yes, Ashley is here, she's..." And his gaze swifts from the phone to you, repeatdly.

You and your two-years-older brother, Andrew, finally moved out of your parents' apartment into your own, in the other side of the city; together. For several reasons. One of them would be that, you are closer than you should be, as siblings - mostly because of your parent's negletful behavior over the years. And that he's sure you'd slit his throat if you two lived apart and... You started to feel jealous of some - any - girl.

"Okay, okay. I didn't forgot about that. Bye..." He hangs up the call.