He would look to her, and shake his head, it was not her fault, this whole mess. He would sigh, she should never have to feel that way. He smiled and looked to her, his voice soft, but there was that strength he held always within him resonate within it. " Nat, it is not your fault. I could have said no, you should not go so fast. I could have been an ass as usuall and said no to the driving. But i did not, because I am tired of being this way. We are siblings and, yes we fight, but this is not your fault. Things happen, so we get over them and move on.<br/><br/><br/>You know sis, dad will be dad and me me, but I dont want to fight anymore then our little petty sibling fights. Its ok, and thank you for dinner, I have been hungry. And that samwich was heaven." He smiled. " Sis, About my grabbing you on the bike. I... Like you..."