Height

It is a sensitive subject with him, everyone knows. She has personally witnessed the explosive reaction he has whenever he suspects that someone is trying to imply something- anything- about his stature, and she has no desire to be on the receiving end of it. Whenever they go out together, she tries to bend her knees as far as she can without appearing ridiculous, in a subtle attempt to reduce the height difference between them and prevent it from coming to the attention of passers-by- even a stare or a whispered comment to a companion, in all likelihood entirely innocent, can be enough to set him off.

Often the measures she takes to prevent this from happening do not work. In these cases, the responsibility of calming him down and reducing the amount of carnage he creates lies firmly with her. She is rather good at it, in fact- not as good as Al, whose ability to physically restrain his elder brother whilst simultaneously soothing him with calming words is impossible to equal- but good enough that his ranting slows or completely ceases at her touch or the sound of her voice, leaving the two of them standing, with him red-faced and breathing heavily, in the street, which will usually be completely empty of people by this stage.

He will mutter a few angry nothings beneath his breath, and she will murmur soothingly in response.

Then he will realise once again that he needs to lean upwards in order to kiss her.

"I'm still growing, you know!" he says invariably after this.

And, despite that fact that this proclamation grows less plausible every time he says it, she puts her hand gently on his arm and agrees.