There's one less thing you're wrong about in the world. Maybe there's a little bit of hope for you.
[He notices very clearly that Cain doesn't say anything to contest that nobody likes him. He smiles so wide that all his teeth are just out there, and his voice eases from its vicious fever pitch into something soothing and soft.]
Making friends is hard, isn't it. I wouldn't know, but I could imagine something like you would have a difficult time with it. You're lucky I'm going out of my way to make all your friends for you.
I'll fix everything you fucked up. Don't worry.
Sweet little baby brother of mine.
I know you need me because you're useless, and that's okay. I don't mind taking on that burden, even after those things you said. That's how good of a person I am.
But I'd like an apology. For what you did. For what you said. For all the things I've had to make right. You should say you're sorry.