Was it his… little brother? No, they looked too different. His son? Maybe? You just saw the white haired boy in the shop, bagging fruits and letting the little boy with black hair eat the grapes out of the bag. It was kinda cute, whatever their relation was. You realized you were zoned out looking at the them when you dropped an orange in your hand. The white haired boy walked over to you, your orange in his hand “You in there?” he joked, the little boy by his side.