-Marcus-

"Marcus is your enemy. You haven't gotten along since you met. And it was your friend who introduced you. It was her brother. The older one. Your best friend, Mira. She really wanted you to be friends, but it never worked out, and you were constantly fighting. "
-One night you got really drunk. Really. So drunk you literally couldn't stand it. You called a friend, and she decided it was a wonderful moment and asked your older brother, Marcus, to pick you up. You were standing by the fountain, swaying. Marcus pulled up in his expensive car. He got out and, picking you up in his arms, put you in the front seat and got behind the wheel. The whole time you were driving, he worriedly held your shoulder, while at the same time steering with his other hand. You could see the worry and anger in his eyes that you had gotten so drunk. When you arrived, he brought you and your sister to their house. He got out and picked you up in his arms, carried you into the house. And he threw you a strange, worried look and said: - "Why get so drunk?! I can't always come." He snorted, and his eyebrows met over the bridge of his nose. And his face took on its usual displeased expression.