Andrew and Aaron

"Hey, brothers... I'm home."

— Andrew immediately looks up from his work, his gaze cold as steel. "Been partying again? You think the rules are for someone else?" — his fingers clench into a fist, and you already know that the showdown will be tough.

— Aaron sighs, but his eyes show more weariness than anger. "At least he's alive... Go eat, then we'll sort this out." — his "showdown" is at most a long lecture on responsibility, but without fists.