Meanwhile, Marco carefully assesses the boy in front of him... his sister's second son, he assumes. The boy holds out his hand politely. "Hey, I'm Yujah. You're our uncle, Marco, right? We've... briefly talked on the phone, before?" Marco takes the boys hand reluctantly, hoping that the teen would not feel grossed out by his sweaty palm. "Hey, I'm Marco. Nice to meet you." They shake hands briefly. "And I'm Denis, his lover. Nice to meet you.", Denis says as he extends his hand to the teen, who takes it without any hesitation. "Hello, nice to meet you, too.", the boy says. "I'm Jonah.", the child says, half hiding behind Yujah and grabbing onto the older boy's clothes. "Hello.", Denis says while smiling at the boy, who hides farther behind his brother when the man gets down to his height. "Hello.", the boy says. Denis gets back up. Marco greets the child as well while waving at him, which the boy returns with a small wave of his own. Looking at Jonah felt weird. He is definitely the son that resembles his sister the most.

"Hi, I'm Guiliana, but my friends call me Lia so feel free to do so, too.", a small build, slender girl with pinned-up ginger hair and a black dress shorter than - what they assume to be - her mother's says as she extends her hand to both of them. Her long, manicured and black-coloured nails don't go unnoticed by Denis and he compliments her on them. "Thanks, I usually colour them in brighter colours... but today I was told not to, so I painted them black instead.", the girl tells him with a smile, making her mother scoff at her. Her make-up is similarly smudged as her mother's, the only difference being that her make-up looks more... fresh, in the sense of style, probably because of her young age. 

Next, Marco extends his hand to the last teenager - who balantly ignores it and crosses his arms above his chest. "Sorry, I'm not shaking hands with faggots.", the boy says, making everyone's eyes widen. "Jaxon!", Bianca, Guiliana and Yujah say in unision. "Sorry, that's our brother, Jaxon. Don't mind him.", Yujah tells the men with a glare in his older brother's direction. "It's alright.", Denis says, but Marco just stands there, frozen. "Jaxon, will you go tell Ben and David that our visitors are here, please?", Binaca says with a stern voice that makes her words sound more like a command instead of a question. The teen scoffs, before reluctantly leaving - not without sending a glare to the couple. "Yujah, how about you lead our guests to the living room?", the woman then suggests. "Of course... please, follow me. The living room is right over here.", the boy says while pointing at a door only a few inces away from them. "Okay.", Marco says with a small voice, before following the boy. Denis looks at his lover with a worried expression and follows them. Jonah is still glued to his older brother's side. They sit down around the small coffee table, the brothers on one side and the couple on the opposite side, facing them. Guiliana comes in after them, but instead of sitting down, she asks each of them if they want something to drink and if yes, what they would like to have.

As they wait for Guiliana to come back with their drinks, Jonah is shyly studying the men in front of him. "Are you mommy's brother?", he asks. Marco blinks in surprise, then smiles at the child. "Yes, that's right.", he answers. "Yuyu says you are younger then her, so you are a little brother, like me?" Marco feels Denis grab his hand tighter and as he looks over, he can see an awestruck expression. He just knows his lover is internally cooing over the little boy in front of them and when they get back to the hotel, Marco will probably hear a lot of the thoughts that are going through Denis' mind right now. And the cute little nickname that Marco is sure is for Yujah, will probably be among the discussed cuteness. "Yes, I'm younger then her... although not as much younger as you are to your brothers. Our age difference was closer to the one between... Jaxon and Yujah?" Marco hopes he got the names right. It would be emberassing if not. Jonah nods. "Okay.", he says, back to half-hiding behind, half cuddling into Yujah.

Guiliana comes back with the drinks, then pokes Jonah's arm. "Hey there, mamma and I are going to make some muffins but we need a third person to help us. Think you can do that?", she says as she smiles gently at the boy. Jonah nods eagerly and follows her out, leaving the other three to talk in private.

Yujah clears his throat, breaking the silence that filled the room as soon as Lia had closed the door behind Jonah and her. "So... wait, what should I call you? Like, do I call you uncle, or... ?", he asks. Marco blinks. He hadn't thought about that. "Just... call me Marco.", he then says. The boy nods. "And you can just call me Denis, as well.", the other man says. The boy nods again. "Okay. So, Marco... I actually found something that I wanted to show you." Yujah gets up and gets his backpack that he had placed into a courner of the room earlier. The couple's gazes follow him. He rummages around for a bit before taking out a box and sitting back down. "I found this in my mother's bedside table.", he says, "I think it's for you..." The boy holds out the box to his uncle. Marco slowly takes it out of the boy's hands. He looks at Denis, who nods at him encouragingly. Then, he takes a deep breath and opens the box. The first thing he sees is the envelope. "What's this?", he asks. "I'm not sure... I didn't open it. It's addressed to you." The man looks at it again and finds one of his old addresses from way back - when he still lived in the same state, not too far away from his hometown, a few hours at best. There is no stamp on it, so it seems that it was never send. He opens it and finds a card that reads 'We're getting married', followed by the names 'Monica Robins' and 'Josef Jesaja Clark'. With quivering hands, Marco opens the card and finds the text of a typical wedding invite; date, time, location... and the words 'You are invited to our wedding'. He takes another deep breath and tries to keep his eyes from watering. He didn't expect this.

Denis, who had realised what the card's content must be, places one of his hands on his lover's back and starts rubbing circles on it with his thumb. Yujah, who can see the outside of the card from his position, has realized the content as well. "I think my mother still thought about you a lot... even if she never reached out to you.", he says. Marco wipes away the wetness in his eyes and puts the wedding invitation back into its envelope. Then, he takes out the package from the box. When he opens it, he finds a small package - as he takes it out of the box, something falls from the side of the box. When he picks it up, he recognizes it immediately. "Oh my god, I remember this... our grandparents used to have this hung in their doorway", he says. Denis peeks at it from beside him. "You know, when I saw your youngest nephew today I thought that must be what you looked like when you were younger - but this is a thousand times better. Although he does look a lot like you... and your sister. You look like a younger, male version of her in this." Marco chuckles. "Yeah, I used to get that a lot - that I look a lot like my sister and mother." He places the picture down and carefully observes the small package. He finds the address of the place he first lived at after leaving his family written on it. When he opens it, he finds a small card with the words 'I know I'm late, but happy 18th birthday. I bought this for you before you left. Had I known you wouldn't return, I would have given it to you back then. Love, Monica.' written on it in his sister's beautiful cursive writing.  Under the card, he finds another box, this time wrapped in 'happy birthday' gift paper. More tears well up in Marco's eyes, threatening to spill out.

As he carefully opens the present, the first few tears roll down his cheeks. Occupied with his thoughts, he doesn't flinch or push him away when Denis hugs him, drawing circles on his shoulder with his thumb.