14. Both the twins.
Pete is lying unconscious and half-dead in the E.R. So why couldn't Ethan relax? Go back to his life. Fuck one of the states. Because of the way Ian and Lip looked at him. Like they could sense how nervous he was, they thought he'd break down any moment. They were right, that were for damn sure. "Leave me be, Phillip. I'm fine, I swear to the fucking gods. " He'd gotten his shit together pretty quickly after hitting Pete in the head with a pipe. Multiple times. It really does wonders to hit your abusive blackmailing friend in the face.
"Ya sure, man? You look pretty fucked up. " He strokes his nose: "Yeah, well, bruises and cuts doesn't heal over night. Besides, when DO i look good? I bruise easily. " That's what he said. Pete. Lip shrugs: "Fine. You going to the wedding? " Ethan blinks a couple of times: "Who's getting hitched? " Lip sighs and gets up from his chair: "Fuck's sake! Both the twins have gone into a manic state and neither notice. Your brothers boyfriend's getting married to some skank. Ian's lost it! " Ethan looks up at him: "Really? What are you doing about that? " Lip storms out the house. Ethan twirls a lock orange hair around his fingertip. Maybe he should talk to his twin. Lip might need a break.