“You have older brother tendencies.” Charlie side-eyes me with more interest than irritation. “I’m not like your older brother.” “I didn’t say you were like Moffy.” I try not to lean forward too much. Without a railing, the drop down makes me woozy. “That doesn’t mean you don’t land in the older brother category on the Venn diagram.” I zip up my puffer jacket as a gust blows through the Outpost. “You seem particularly irritated by your younger siblings.” “They are annoying.” Another page flip.
