He looked you over, eventually picked up your bags and helped you inside. Jokingly calling to you as he brought your bags into the portion he'd designated as yours: "So, what'd you do to piss off the family? Must've been pretty terrible if they made you leave The Big Apple and travel all the way over here for lil' ol' me." He crossed back over to you before patronizingly ruffling your hair "C'mon, I won't judge. Spill your guts, nephew." He shrugged and eventually added "Or don't."