(This post is a continuation of this!) The cat was out of the bag, but that didn’t exactly make the whole situation any less awkward. Phillip had this sheepish, near apologetic grin on his face, almost like he was trying to say ‘
Hey Marcus, I’m dating your sister but kinda forgot to tell you. No hard feelings?’, but without actually saying it. Maybe it was for the best he kept quiet, because if he did actually say that, Annika would kill him and then die of embarrassment herself.
Marcus too was silent, almost ominously so. He was completely ignoring his sister and instead stared unblinkingly at Phillip, his grimace a mix of anger and disappointment (
or was that hurt...?). Annika studied her brother’s face warily, trying to gauge his thoughts. She could clearly tell something was brewing in his mind, and whatever it was, she knew it couldn’t be good. And sure enough…

“So this is why you’ve been avoiding me this whole time??“ - he finally launched his tirade, glaring daggers at Phillip. “When you said you might have met a girl, I never imagined you were sniffing around MY LITTLE SISTER!“
He put special emphasis on ‘my’, ‘little’, and ‘sister’, giving them a particularly venomous edge; Annika winced at the harsh words even though they weren’t directed at her. Across the table, Phillip was squirming in his seat, his meek attempts at protest mercilessly shut down before he even had the chance to articulate them. Marcus showed no intentions to let this slide, and Annika listened to the heated exchange, feeling oddly transfixed despite herself: her brother was usually such a softie, so seeing him this enraged was completely uncharted territory for her. If she was being completely honest with herself, she didn’t even think he had it in him to be this pissed. But her musings about Marcus’ temper were soon cut short, as the subject of said musings was apparently done chewing Phillip up and had now turned his focus on her.
Marcus: “And you! I thought we agreed never to keep secrets from each other! Way to go behind my back!”
Annika’s first impulse was to go on the defensive: he was being unfair, her and Phillip hadn’t done anything bad, why was he making such a big deal out of it?, but she stopped herself before blurting out something she might have regretted. Her instinct was telling her this situation required a subtler approach, and if she wanted to get Marcus off her case, she needed to be smart about it.
It would seem that Phillip followed a similar thought process, as both him and Annika started blabbering in near-perfect unison. Phillips speech seemed a tad better argumented, so Annika fell back and let him talk, smiling her best Innocent Sister smile and nodding occasionally to accentuate the truth of Phillip’s words.
You had to hand it to the kid, he was an eloquent orator. Yes, he understood Marcus’ doubts, he said, and as a good brother he had every right to express concern about his sister’s well-being; but he (Phillip) loved Annika (her heart skipped a beat at those words!) and he would never, ever do anything to betray her trust or, Watcher forbid, hurt her. He also made a point of saying how much he cherished Marcus’ friendship, pointing out that he and Annika didn’t keep their relationship a secret for any nefarious reasons. It was still new for them both, and they were just looking for the right moment to break the happy news!

It was a very good speech indeed, sounding like it came straight out of the pen of some old-school romance novelist (knowing Phillip’s reading habits, it may very well have). Marcus was frowning mildly during the whole of it, but didn’t interrupt. He seemed somewhat placated by the end of Phillip’s monologue, if still not entirely ready to let the issue go. Annika could tell he was trying to come up with some point he could protest, but having found none, he finally shrugged in defeat and muttered something under his breath.
The silence that ensued was interrupted by Annika, her voice sounding panicked after suddenly remembering an important detail: “Marcus, please don’t tell dad! I don’t want him to know yet!”
Marcus shot her a bemused sideways glance.
Marcus: “If you keep yelling like that, you’ll very well tell him yourself, shrimp. He’s in the other room sleeping.“
