Nothing changes in her manner, but he thinks he can pick it up anyway. How she reacts to him, the way he looks at her. You are so fucked up, a voice whispers in the back of his mind. He doesn't disagree; they both know that already.

He catches her wrist when she shoves at him, but his grip is light now. If they weren't siblings, maybe it'd be a caress. "If you tell me the truth, I'll listen."