"I'm just saying," Thomas said mildly, "You need to be more cautious."
"I know that," I said, "And I try. Sometimes."
He shot me a look. "I'm serious, Harry."
I sighed. "I know." No matter how much time had passed from my orphan days, I was still slightly surprised when people were actually interested in me.
My brother tilted his head. "You're incredibly reckless. I'm surprised you've stayed alive thus far."
"If I'm so reckless," I argued, "Why've you stayed around this long?"
"Stockholm Syndrome," he replied promptly. "It's quite a burden."
"Smart-ass," I muttered.
He smiled faintly. "It's genetic."