"Am I, though?" she asks, forehead creasing together. "I mean, I let a murderer babysit my son, so. I'm feeling like my parental radar for sensing danger is way fucking off." She finishes off that beer and gets another and looks over at her brother.

"I know you would, Kurt. I know you'd do anything for me. Because you always have. Ever since I can remember. I don't even have memories of mom, just you. You taking care of me."