As Michel hung up the phone, his brother was walking into the room.
"Who was that? Like I should even ask. You call her almost every week." Paul threw down his bag, irritated at his twins' actions.
"She didn't hang up on me this time." Michael tried to not look at his brother yet, hoping for a reaction.
Paul sat across from him, glaring in Michael's direction. "Of course. Little miss victim needs someone to swoop in and save her again."
"Paul, how could you say that? What the hell is your problem? You know she is going to need someone to help her deal with this situation. I'm not going to abandon her. You know you wouldn't be able to either if… never mind. Anyway, you ask Cyrus about her all the time."
"I just want to know she's all right. That's all. We went through a lot together. I'm not a heartless bastard."