It felt like, no matter what, they could never have a normal opening interaction in their meeting. Whatever emotions were involved, there was always a high tension before it tapered out into awkward silence.
Ian, knowing very well he was the only bridge between the twins and his youngest, pushed himself to fill that silence. "Ah, what would you like to drink? Something hot? Cold?" he asked the twins.
"Can I have an iced coffee latte?" Raphael playfully replied.
Michael elbowed his twin immediately, hissing for who knew how many times already. "Do you think this is a cafe?"
"Sure," their dad, however, replied positively with a smile before looking at the 'bodyguard' in casual clothing. "You can make it, can you, Robert?"
"I can," Robert nodded.
"Hehe..." Raphael grinned triumphantly, and his twin could only sigh. "Minho only drink black coffee."
