[That should be his cue to leave. He really should just walk out the door, then and there. He could snap himself right out of the room, land anywhere in the world within seconds. He stayed where he was, under Dean's scrutiny.]
You might say I have a personal interest in how your story plays out. Wow. That makes me sound like a creeper. Thing is, I sympathise with your brother's plight, and yours too. It's a tough line to walk. It's not unlike the old argument: chocolate, or vanilla? Sonny, or Cher?