He could see the resemblance to her in Dom, slight in the shapes of their faces, loudest in their coloring. Hair, skin, eyes. The way she held onto that picture, the way she talked about him... jealousy wasn't the right word for the feeling. It didn't have malice to it. He hadn't seriously considered how different things might've been with a sibling growing up, not until now at least. There were ways it could've been worse-- limited resources and adult care split even further, the rivalry that most siblings seemed to have in different proportions, the responsibility to each other-- there was a little daydream that it could've been better. Different. He probably would've wound up a different person, one way or another.
He wondered if he would've gotten along with Dom. Maybe. He didn't actually get along with many other men, the stupid machismo games that seemed to come along with those initial getting-to-know-you interactions usually got them slated as rivals or threats; maybe it was just a childhood of grown men being spoken of as marks to con or threats or idiotically driven by sex and ego, and an adult life of ugly cagefighting and mindgames and criminal politics. The man in the photo, the man Sin spoke of, didn't seem too geared towards all of those things. Thinking outside of those roles and boundaries, sticking to what felt right despite the reactions. Bullied, if he'd understood her right.
Or maybe it was all assumption on his part. You never knew.
He didn't respond in words as she talked, but his brow was lightly creased with thoughtfulness. He snorted when she swerved into talking about the hallucinations. "You... want hallucinations of monsters. Okay, no, that's a perfectly you thing to want. I at least had a crash course via psychotic breakdown? The psychadelics I've tried weren't anything like this stuff."
"An original Sin creation. Do we call that a Sin Original or an Original Sin?" Those creases lightened a little with a bit of good humor. "We'll go through the makeup later sometime. I didn't stop to check what was open and what wasn't, just grabbed things that weren't broken phones or whatever. Found myself a good backpack too." He'd been in the company of enough women digging through their purses to know the chance of unopened makeup wasn't too bad. "If you find sketching charcoals... yeah, probably not likely." He'd probably just put it on his desk and stare at it instead of trying to use it after half a lifetime and too many hand injuries anyway. "I think there was a couple lighters, don't know if they work either though." Germs brought up, he wouldn't want to use it for that anyhow, but they were helpful to have. "Wonder if it'll all disappear at week change?"
And then she asked if he was sure. He didn't sit up at first, rolling it over in his head. "I think... yeah. Letting you art on my face." Well that phrasing sounded awkwardly erotic. "First costume as something you create for me. Yeah, I'm sure enough."