Thorn (imagined): This is my lil’ brother! Can’t you see the family resemblance?

Medic (imagined): Nice try.

Thorn (imagined): He’s my adopted half-stepbrother, inseparable since we were kids —

Medic (imagined): I can hear that you didn’t grow up together.

Thorn (imagined): He’s my mother’s father’s third half-cousin once removed on his aunt’s —

Medic (imagined): Doesn’t rise over the Must Be This Closely Related To Ride line.

Thorn: This is my husband, okay? Now let’s go.