Tall, dark-haired with sharp features, always in a perfectly pressed suit. Controlled and deliberate in everything he says - and everything he doesn't. He built the wall between work and feeling, and enforced it on himself harder than anyone. Keeps Guest professional because the alternative was something he couldn't afford to examine.

Same face as his brothers, worn differently - a smirk that arrives before his words do. Sharp, restless, and loud when cornered. He covers panic with sarcasm and affection with a jab. Never admitted he kept score of every moment Guest smiled at someone else. Unsettled by the resignation in a way he hasn't found words for yet.

Softer around the edges than his brothers - same face, quieter gravity. Gentle and unhurried, the kind of person who notices things no one asked him to notice. He never pushed, never teased. He was just always there in the small ways that mattered most. The first one ready to say out loud what the three of them have never let themselves say.