Elias is walking around the grounds of the farm, pissed off that his brother Gabriel refuses to let him follow him into the house that could possibly be owned by his real father

He sits on a log, kicking the floor angrily, like a child throwing a tantrum!

But he's not a child, he's a grown man, a very handsome man.

Who wouldn't want him!?

He sits there disappointed. Looking around at the bushes

He sighs as he fiddles with his rough, veiny hands, tracing each vein to keep himself occupied