Mal just kept her blurry eyes on him. It was his fault. He was the one who had fallen in love and all this other Nicholas Sparks crap. He knew exactly what this would mean, and he chose it anyway. He chose this. Mal was just being protective of her older brother. Just because he couldn't see what a pussy she was turning him into didn't mean Mal was blind to it too. "I don't think I'm a bully. I don't think I'm a bully at all. I think I have opinions just like everyone else, and I have a right to them. It isn't my fault that certain people are awfully sensitive around here."
She picked up her glass and stood, taking another sip before just leaving it on the table indifferently. "Oh no, my brother. You made your choice. You made your choice a long time ago. And they're standing in that kitchen as we speak." She walked over to where her things were and just picked them up. "Suddenly I've lost my appetite. Do tell your darling wife that I've fallen ill, but that surely, we'll have another dinner date as soon as I recover."