"..." Ryan furrowed his brow. He'd always known that he'd gotten lucky with the looks lottery, but he'd always tried his hardest not to rub it in his brother's face, or put his brother down in any way. That's not what he wanted for Jacob. "I'm sorry, Jacob. I just...I mean, if I've ever intentionally done or said something to you...I mean, okay. The Nome King quip was mean, and I'm sorry. I just thought we were bantering." He huffed in gentle frustration. "God, I feel like a douche."