Look, I’m sure you’re a little nervous about having your brother stay with us.
I get it, it’s already a crowded apartment, plus a dog, and now an 18-year-old? I’d be nervous too.
But there’s one thing I don’t want you to hafta worry about, and that’s me.
I promise to not be the terrible influence that I always seem to be.
No more random hook-ups.
No more drunken nights.
And hell, if you guys are lucky, I might actually start wearing a shirt around here.
… okay, maybe that last one isn’t so realistic, but you know what I mean.
I’ll try to be the better man. After all, I’m already the bigger man, when I’m up against an 18-year-old… okay, that’s exactly the kind of inappropriate joking that I’ll stop from now ow.
I pinky swear.
… crossies don’t count.