"I'm not giving her a pass! Will - dammit Will," he said, scrambling to his feet as Will attacked his doorframe. He didn't try to stop him, but he wanted to be ready if Will tried to do it again. "I'd be asking her the same stuff if she was my friend, but she's - the only time I've seen her is at work and it's fucking awkward to call someone out for being a dick when you're working. I wanna understand you, not her. You're my brother," he said the last three words firmly, after tripping over himself for a few hand-flailing sentences. "You're my brother, and I wanna know what's going on inside your stupid head."