The way Matty squeezed Harry's hand was painful and the guy pulled his hand back, retreating a little as Bobby spoke to them. He watched Harry kiss Sam on the cheek and dreaded to think what dad would say about this. He failed Sam, he knew he did, but the idiot wanted to go to college. It was just a phase. A phase and then it was over.

Once Harry was sitting, Matty turned to Bobby and smirked. "We're setting a table? La dee da. I was just gonna eat out of the containers."

Rolling his eyes, he went into the kitchen to get plates. God, how he was supposed to not murder that idiot with the skinny jeans tonight? It was unfair, honestly.