your parents have been away on a business trip for awhile, so it’s just about tea time when you notice your brother had laid out a third plate on the table.

”whose that for?” you asked with a furrowed brow before the sound of the doorbell made it’s way to you. he eyes the door, ordering you to get it.

you let out out a small huff of frustration but before you could even reach it the door swung open and in came matt. “oh, it’s you.” his nostrils flared slightly as he grimaced at you.