Remington felt better when he was helping. It gave him a sense of purpose, which his life needed. He couldn't remember a day when he wasn't helping others. It was what he did, and if that ever ceased, he'd probably just give up on life. There would be no sense to anything without that service.
The eldest Quinn managed to avoid cringing upon hearing that dudes got his brother 'hot.' "Whatever," he said with a sigh as he finished arranging things on the table. Mara came running in then, and Remington pulled out her chair for her, helping her scoot up to the table. It was only then that he took a set beside her.
"This looks and smells great, Riley. Thanks." Remington dug into his steak. It was delicious. "So how long have you been at the school?" he asked, trying to make light conversation. Work seemed safe enough.