Long before they had anything to argue about, they shared the occasional chair. But eventually, Iris would give up on her nice gal routine and just bop him one. Then, she'd find herself alone in the lofty chair. On the verge of tears: she's so sad. With nothing but a picture of her brother on her onesie. He is floating in a pool of emotion and chlorine, with the Italian phrase, "Mi manchi," hovering over his head. This, of course, means, "I miss you." Which is so appropriate. Can't you tell how much she misses her brother here?