I can't tell tell you how happy it makes my heart to hear that your brother enjoys hanging out with us because he thinks I'm cool. I don't know if the rest of your family likes me, but he clearly does, and that makes me worry a bit less. I figured that he did, as he usually sticks around when I'm over and he offers me food and candy nearly all the time I'm there. Not to mention the light-hearted teasing and the ripping we do on you, together. But last night you asked him if he liked me almost out of nowhere. He instantly confirmed, without even a second thought, "why do you think I'm in here all the time?"
I was so scared that I would meet your family and they would hate my guts. But your little brother likes me, at least, and (bonus) he reminds me of my own sweet younger brother.
This makes me hopeful.