Sitting there listening to him, Kirley rather thought that Oliver was just shoving his foot in his mouth. Perhaps he meant well, and he really didn’t take that much offense, but there were some things that you just didn’t say...and some things that he really did not want to hear. The gory details of his sister’s love life were best kept a mystery as far as he was concerned. He knew the mechanics, he could take a guess at how it happened. Kirley didn’t actually want to know.
He watched Oliver’s coffee for a moment, the crème diluting it and making a striking difference between their cups. Kirley drank his pitch black and as strong as he could get it. After a moment, he cleared his throat a bit softly, “I’m going to completely ignore about half of that because details of the how really aren’t my concern.”
Putting out the butt of his current cigarette, he pulled out his pack and set it on the table, putting a new one between his lips. He had gone through more than enough lately, but he couldn’t help himself. He lit the new one, taking a long drag, “But loving my sister...now that’s an absolute requirement if you expect to stay with her and keep all your bits. Her happiness and her health are my primary concerns when it comes to this. I’m going to choose to believe you when you say you’re not going to hurt her. As long as I don’t hear differently, then I’ll accept that...but she’s my baby sister, Wood. I know she’s a big girl now, but I’ll do anything and everything I have to in order to take care of her.”
As far as Kirley was concerned, he and Meghan didn’t have father’s period. They had sperm donors, nothing more, nothing less, and he was at least pleased that Oliver wanted to be more than that, though he was slightly tweaked by the mention of his own absent father, “Aye...that’s good. That kid will need...stability and all that jazz.”