Marek didn't really know why, either. He knew what his reasons had been initially, he knew what argument he was trying to make, but it wasn't just about having high standards for his sister. It felt like something had changed, something that made it really hard to let this go.
"I don't know," he said, frustrated. "I just - I feel like I don't even know what's going on with you, or why you would want that. It doesn't make any sense to me, and it sucks feeling like we're on completely different wavelengths about it." He also didn't like the feeling that he was the one reaching higher right now, trying to move out, trying to find an important relationship, and she was dragging her feet in this regard as much as she'd done with the flat. But he couldn't just move all of her things into a new relationship the way he'd literally done that with her belongings. "There are two girls I understand better than my own twin right now. And that -- that just fucking sucks."
Where the hell had he put his coat? He needed to find it, needed a drink. Chas had talked about drinks but they hadn't made any plans. Maybe he should just head over there instead of being here, trying to figure all of this out. Some things were just... un-figureable.