Um-- [Oh, dear. This is a really unfortunate coincidence. How many fourteen-year-old intern-Cecils with brothers can there be in the city?]

Well, I am Cecil. And I'm an intern! But my brother is at home. [He pauses.] My brother should be at home, anyway. [He can't be too sure these days.] But, whether or not he is or isn't at home, he's the only brother I have. And he isn't you.

[...Ugh. That sounded mean. He shifts from one foot to the other, a little sheepish.] ...So. Sorry.