The problem was, even though Renee had no curiosity about her little brother's secrets, he did not really have them from her. She couldn't help it, she really wanted to shut everyone else up in her mind, but it wasn't really up to her, was it? If you asked her it wasn't surprising or shocking that she spent the least amount of time possible with her brother - it was out of fear of knowing something she really had no business knowing. Every time she was with Quentin it was as though he was screaming in her ear. Perhaps if Renee used it as practice so shutting it down...
At the quip about home Renee snorted; she really was amused, despite the pain it bore her to admit he was right; it had become a masochistic practice to even imagine herself back home, and only if she was such would she ever attempt that. Getting more comfortable on the couch, Renee sipped on her drink. "Hmmm. I was Homecoming Queen. It was definitely awkward." Not the queen part, the date. Really she should have known there was something wrong even then, when every time her date touched her she wanted to excuse herself and get away.