"I'll have to go see her," he spoke, meaning that. He had spent an awful lot of time with Toire when Bill was in the hospital. She reminded him of happier times and he liked that feeling. And he felt like she needed all of her family right now. Until Bill was himself, or close to himself, again.
"To Mexico? Really, Bill, you should reconsider. It is nice," He then said, a bit of an attitude in his tone, as he lifted his head to look at his brother. For some reason, even though it was one hundred percent true, it bothered him, the words Bill had chosen. "It wasn't about you."