Re: Quin and Gen
"Of course he did," Quin murmured. In some lights that was a little creepy; in some a little sweet. She hasn't decided which one this was yet.
Her lips twitched. "At least your mother has good intentions, I suppose," she said. She knew her own didn't really. "But one would think you're old enough to manage your life by now." It was one of her reoccurring frustrations with her dear brother, that he still sometimes assumed despite her beinf the elder that he needed to manage her life.
She waved away the apology. It would happen sometimes. "Well, you could have. But you didn't want to," she said gently. "You still have feelings for him."