[Scott just arches an eyebrow hearing the younger sibling comment. What's that supposed to mean... he almost wants to tease her just on that, but maybe he just understands, being a younger sibling and all.]

He always looked like he had everything together. Strong, courageous, popular.

[Long ago, when Alex died... Scott wished that he could've taken his place instead. He believed back then that Alex was going to be the one to do great things. In some way, he still believes that-- he certainly believes that Alex would be fighting out here with him and the other X-Men. Scott just hopes that he's making him proud, even now.

He lightly bumps into her shoulder with his own, smiling a little despite his more quiet tone.]

Hated the thought of letting him down.