Kate runs into the house with her sisters in tow, "Rusty!" She yells, running around the house, looking for him. She finally gets upstairs and tries to open the door to her mother's room. Tilting her head to the side, she pouts her lips slightly, "Mommy?"

Rusty crouches with a smirk before opening the door. He pulls it, hugging the toddler closely when she flings herself at him, "Hey, Katie-bug." He steps out, closing the door behind him.

She places her hands on either side of his face, kissing the tip of his nose, "Why were you in there?"

"Mom and I were napping, She got off early." He grins, "Are you okay?"

Kate nods, "I'm glad you are here. Did you see our other brother? His name is Matt. He's a soldier."

"I did." Rusty nods, his smile fading, "Is her okay with you?"

She smiles, "He's strong. He carries me around." Kate motions the strength with her arms. "Am I strong?"

"Man, you better be careful with those guns." He squeezes above her elbow, widening his eyes, "How did you get so strong?"

"I work out." Kate giggles.

"Very funny." Rusty picks her up, carrying her around the house. He walks past the living room, noticing Eve and Matt sitting together as he makes his way to the kitchen, getting the girl a snack.

"I'm sorry for taking up your bed, Matt, but I just have to...sit a few minutes." Eve smiles to the man. There was something about him that didn't exactly settle right with her, but she's put it on the back burner as to not alarm him.

"It's not a bed, it's a couch, and I shouldn't be staying on it for very long." Matt grins to her, "Hard day at work?"

She nods slowly, "There's this one student that seems to...know all the buttons he can press with me. It's hard biting my tongue sometimes." She settles her hand on her middle, yawning, "Not to mention I'm tired all of the fucking time and can't sleep at night, of course. I have terrible luck, you see."

"Sounds that way." He nods, patting his lap, "Foot rub?"

"Seriously?"

Matt nods, "What are siblings for?" He smiles, gently lifting her legs into his lap.

"I think you might be my favorite now." Eve lies back, watching him, "Why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me."

"No, but our parents are married and we must like each other in some way, shape, or form." He shrugs, "It doesn't hurt that you're beautiful."

She blushes, opening her mouth slightly to speak, "Well, I-" She giggles to herself, shaking her head, "Thank you. I'm flattered."

"So flattered that you should let me take you to dinner sometime." Matt nods, "I'd like to get to know you."

"I have to draw the line. I don't want Katie to get confused." Eve shakes her head, watching him as she runs a hand through her thick hair, "Besides, why would you want to go out with a girl like me?"

He shrugs, "Why not?"

She bites her lip in a grin, "I'm kind of with someone." Eve moans when he hits a tender spot at her ankle, "That feel so good."

Matt chuckles, "Why are you staying here, then, instead of with them?"

"He's really busy and...it made more sense since this is closer to school than his apartment. Not even to mention his bed is uncomfortable as hell."

"You don't talk about him much, though."

Eve shrugs, "What is this, twenty questions?"

"No, I just want to know why you don't talk about some guy that you're apparently seeing. You better believe I'd be talking about my girlfriend all the time if I had one, and how amazing she is." Matt nods, "How beautiful and talented. How hard working and perfect she is." His gaze travels from her feet to her face, "Does he do that with you?"

"I don't know."

"Does he work?"

She nods, "Police officer. He works with Mom and Andy."

Matt nods slowly, "Too bad he isn't around much."

"That isn't it at all. They're very busy right now. He's their weapons expert. You may even like him." Eve smiles to him, wondering why she has a sudden urge to impress this man before her, her step-brother. Is he so desperate that he is flirting with a pregnant woman?

"I doubt it. It doesn't sound like he treats you the way you should be treated." He smirks.

She offers him her hand to help her up, which he obliges to, "I'm going to go take a catnap. If anyone comes looking for me...tell them I've signed up with a circus and have left the country."

Matt chuckles, standing to help her up off the chair. "You strong enough to get upstairs?"

"I'll manage." Eve pats him on the arm before walking away from him.

He nods, smiling. She reminded him a great deal of his deal Aman, even down to the shape of her body and voice. He walks out, hearing giggling from the dining area and seeing Rusty with Kate. "Hey." He says after walking over.

Rusty glances to him, offering him a nod, "We're coloring. Please don't say anything right now."

"No, wait. I came in here to apologize. I was...I was being an asshole earlier. It's a shock to come home and see a little sister I didn't know existed and an adopted brother with the same last name as me. It's...I'm just really sorry." Matt reaches his hand behind his head, watching them.

"So am I. The things you said weren't only about me." He shakes his head, "You should talk to someone about that."

"Mac really trusts you. So does Kate. I want to know more about you. I want to know who my sisters are around all of the time." He nods, "Some of the things I do aren't out of hate, sometimes it's...things I can't control. Things I learned in the military that will always just stay with me when they shouldn't. Know what I mean?"

Rusty nods, "I'm a psychology major. I've read the DSM-IV from cover to cover...which is saying a lot because it's a book as thick as...I don't even know and I generally hate to read, but it's interesting and some of the things within it I remember." He sighs, looking to the man again, "The colloquial term for it is Combat Fatigue...it's a minor type of post-traumatic stress disorder commonly seen in people of your profession. You probably have hallucinations, fatigue, lack of concentration. I don't know, you would probably never tell me, but if you're having any of those things, you need to see a doctor before they get worse. Before it turns into full blown PTSD."

"Then what?"

He shrugs, "Everyone is different."

Matt nods slowly, glancing around, "Uh...Thanks." His voice hoarse, "I'm sorry again."

"Yeah, just get help. I know the military offers that for free usually." Rusty nods, "I can get you in touch with someone if you-"

"No, It's okay. I can handle it." He watches them a moment before turning and returning to the sofa. He sits still for a few moments before picking up the television remote and turning it on.

Rusty leans over, kissing Kate's temple, "That looks great."

"I know. I wouldn't color it this way if I wanted it to look bad." Kate shakes her head, "What were you talking about to Matty? What's a DSM-"

"It's a big giant book that I have to use for school. It has all different mental diseases in it...mental disorders." He smirks, "Probably weighs as much as you do."

She giggles, "It can't be that big."

"It is that big. I have it in my backpack. I'll show it to you later, after dinner, and we'll see if you can even pick it up with those strong arms of yours." Rusty nods, "Hey, I was going to use that color!"

"I had it first." Kate smirks.

"Is that right?" He reaches over, tickling her belly.