Nick laughed. “I really think one is enough. Besides that, my manliness has already been called into question enough. Lexus told me that the Three Musketeers is a fairy tale!” he spoke, sounding utterly distressed as he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. “I used to pretend to be a part of a fairy tale! And before you start with me, so did you!” he pointed at her, still grinning as he smoothed a hand through his hair. She mentioned paying him back and Nick shrugged. “If you do, you do. If you don’t, I don’t care. I’m your big brother, Sarahsaurus. It’s my job to take care of you.” He smiled.
“I think it depends on who your date is. In this case, it might just be the most appropriate thing possible,” he explained, then paused when she told him that he was going to be upset with this next particular dress she’d chosen. “Fantastic,” he said softly, making a face. “If I do have a heart attack, you’re explaining it to mom and dad!”
When Sarah stepped out of the dressing room, yet again Nick almost choked on a breath of air. “What in the hell are you trying to do?!” he shouted, joking still evident in his tone, all though the two women behind the counter gave him a look. He ignored them, crossing his arms at Sarah and sighing heavily. “There’s a level of giving your big brother a heart attack that just… stops being okay,” he pointed out with a laugh. “You crossed it!”