Wow, okay. He might be an only child, he might not know shit for fuck about sibling relationships, but if his brothers are such assholes they won't let him go to fucking therapy? There's nothing cool about that. His opinion's written clearly on his face, incredulous and unhappy about the whole thing.

"What, are you shitting me?" He motions absently with one hand, gesticulating his enthusiasm like jazz hands. "Screw that, you're a grown fuckin' man, you gotta live your own life. If you want therapy, get fuckin' therapy and let 'em be pissed. What's the worst that could happen?"