To be fair, it wasn't like the James family was particularly known for being warm and cuddly. They weren't like the families you saw on TV who had all their meals together and had family game night and all that shit. Quentin loved his sister, he truly did. And if he had to live near anyone in his family, he'd rather it be Renee than anyone else, especially now that Kevin was dead. But they were probably better off in separate apartments, for sure. He'd found that he rather liked having his own space, with no one to impress but himself.
At her comment, he snorted. "What's that phrase about everything going to hell in a handbasket?" He gestured at the TV. "I'm pretty sure that's what this looks like." It wasn't like they were revealing any new information at this point, so he didn't know why he left the news on - probably just too lazy to reach the remote. He was also too lazy to get up and top off his glass, but it wasn't empty yet and he'd remember to leave the bottle here later. "I swear to god I didn't know this place was secretly a hellmouth when I moved here." He glanced over at Renee, "Also, hi."