No, no, it doesn’t matter what they said. Family isn’t about whose womb you come from or whose blood type you share. It’s um… You remember when your mom and I went out, and left Ben in charge for the first time? And you guys had that huge fight and you kicked a hole in the bedroom door - yeah, it was obvious, no you weren’t fooling anybody - and he took the rap for you, right? ‘Cause that’s what real brothers do, whether they’re blood relatives or not, they look out for each other. Those guys may have been related, but they weren’t brothers. There’s a difference.