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Who need enemies when you have a big brother

Elisabeth had asked her brother for some help to bring some of her things to the new house and to take the opportunity to talk with him, always so busy. She needs some guidance.
-"You know? Maybe if you took the stick out of your ass, people would see you more approachable." His brother, as always, speaks without any filter. "What? Don't look at me like that, you know I'm right, you scare people, Beth, face it."
Elisabeth stares at her brother, wishing the heavy moving box he carries would fall on his feet.
-"I missed you so much..." she responds ironically but it's true. Despite spending half her life working with her sisters, she and Frank have always been the closest. "Now seriously, tell me. How did you do it?"
-"Do what? Move on? I have no fucking idea, I guess not worrying about it was the key. You worry too much. I have had worse luck than you, and look at me, happy. Forget about motivational bullshit and focus on what makes you happy. Didn't you want to compose music again?" He leaves the heavy box on the table, and looks at her sister.

She has been thinking about making some changes to her life in London. Until now she was teaching ballet to small groups of little girls, more out of love for ballet than out of necessity, but she still misses making music a lot.
-"Have you ever thought about becoming a therapist?" the woman responds making him laugh. "Yeah, you may be right, but I'm surrounded by happiness and love, and it makes me sick."
-"Then change that. Look, this new neighborhood looks like a good place to start. And please, stop behaving like the woman you aren't." Frank approaches his sister, putting his hands on her shoulders. "There is nothing wrong with the real Elisabeth."