a cheeky grin played out on the younger's face as soon as he hit the send button. he was devoid of any sense of direction — that, and walking alone in a busy city would be a death wish for someone like sin.
sin had a theory the older was born with that facial expression — dre didn't cry, he spent the first few seconds of his life giving the doctors and medical staff a judging look. sin would laugh to himself whenever he'd remember it during random parts of the day.