David would never admit it out loud but there was a very warm, soft, mushy feeling that he got from seeing his sister so happy. It was a secret he'd take to his grave, but this was exactly the distraction - however momentary it turned out to be - from everything.
Alexis smiling about liking a guy. How much more normal could things be? He smiled over at her, and reached down to pick at an invisible string on his sweater.
"Well, it sounds like you're very happy," he told her, putting on his 'braver on the outside' voice. He shook his head slightly at the assertion that it would be fine - because how could it be? - and he swirled his drink in the glass. Around and around, golden.