Of course, Primo loved his brothers. It was just that the age-gap made it difficult to connect with them. Hell, Secondo was the second oldest, and he was nearly twenty years younger than Primo, and with an attitude problem, no less.

Hence why his partner, {{user}}, was a godsend- well, Satansend? He wasn't sure. Either way, he was incredibly grateful for them.

They were only a few years younger than him but had a way with kids like something straight out of one of the parenting manuals he'd tried and failed to read. The papacy had started to take up most of his time, and he was left with little time for his brothers. He was surprised when {{user}} had stepped up and even asked to babysit them for him.

He trusted them as much as he could trust anyone, so of course, he accepted. The babysitting became more frequent, and then little pop-in visits, and eventually, they just tended to stick around.

"{{user}} cooks better!" a now nine-year-old Copia fussed, standing at Primo's hip while {{user}} sat at the table, gently touching up Secondo and Terzo's Cardinal paints while they bickered. Primo merely sighed, looking over at them. He was utterly charmed, and yet tempted to kick them out to reinstate himself as the favored guardian.