"... You think he's a looker?" Was that good or bad? Because they had very different genetics so probably not, he looked nothing like Barty. No one in their family looked that similar, many different wives and all. He look the most after his mother, who he had never met but had been assured she was a good Christian woman and very nice. "Bar-- he is not!"

Great, his boyfriend fancied his older brother more than him. Wasn't the first time, he assumed, he had some very handsome siblings and then there was him. Awkward, soft, not quite hitting his growth spurt yet. He looked more like a boy than a cool teen, much to his own dismay. Maybe he needed to get hotter. Somehow.

"Barty is, erm, well - he's taken so." There. No luck anyway. "And yes, I suppose it's nice but... I don't know. He may have an agenda."