In all honesty, it wasn't like Renee thought the situation was any more ideal than Quentin did. They hadn't even talked about what had brought her here safe for some bullet-points exposition the day she had gotten here, and it wasn't like she expected Quentin to hug her and tell her what a poor thing she was. It wasn't like she needed him to, either. Renee supposed that being here was a sort of stand-by, and she had to care for it not to become a stand-still. This arrangement wasn't supposed to be permanent anyway; what sort of freak enjoyed living with her little brother well into adulthood?
Quentin's comment made Renee's eyes flutter as she sighed. "Suddenly I'm kind of glad I'm child free." They didn't know much, that was about the clearest thing in this whole report. Shaking her head at the television, Renee took another few sips of her drink, then snorted at Quentin's remark. "Unless you're a masochistic type, I believe you." Renee gave her brother a sideways glance. "Hello."