See part one for disclaimer and other important information.

Rachel and Margaret wash the dishes together after diner.

"Sorry, we were late."

"Margaret, it's okay. We were just worried because you're never late."

"We could have been here on time if Leo hadn't argued about leaving the suits behind."

"Do you always pack his luggage?"

"Yes, I suppose that's a little odd."

"Just a little," she stops and looks at Margaret, "You've changed. Are you sure this is what you want to do? Justin and I wouldn't mind if you came home again for awhile."

"This is what I want to do," she holds up a plate and inspects it carefully, "Leo needs me," she concludes with a nod.

"Margaret!" Leo comes around the corner

"See," she whispers, pointantly.

"Does this look okay?"

She straightens his collar and unbuttons the top button, "Yes."

"I still don't see what was wrong with a suit."

"You'll look out of place. This is a kid's pageant, not a lunch at the Wilkens"

"Alright."

"Call Noah before we have to leave."

"Yeah, I want a boss I have to dress and schedule," Rachel whispers harshly in her ear.

Leo rounds the corner back into the living room.

"Could I use your phone?"

"Sure-Could we talk to you for a moment first?"

"Yeah," he puts down the phone and sits on the couch.

"We want to know your intentions toward our sister."

"Intentions?" Leo looks perplexed.

"She usually doesn't bring anyone home with her."

"Oh okay-I'm her boss," he tries to explain, "We've spent every holiday together since she started working for me; I guess we're just gotten used to it."

Peter and Justin don't look very convinced.

"I really should call my friend," he excuses himself quickly.

Margaret joins Leo, leaning on a fence.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah"

"You're just kinda standing out here in the snow." She drapes a coat over his shoulders.

"Yeah, I needed a moment."

"Are you having an attack?"

"Margaret, I'm fine."

"I believe that like…"

"Okay, I'll be fine in a minute," he looks up at her, "Would you stop worrying?"

"I think I've earned the right to worry."

That hangs in the air between them for a moment.

"Your relatives aren't nearly as odd as you are."

"I was raised by my brothers, but I spent a lot of time with our eccentric grandmother."

Leo looks confused.

"My parent died in a car accident when I was five."

Leo considers their mutual loss before quietly offering, "My mother used to tell me we are all made of stardust – we can see our loved ones whenever we look at the sky."

They look up at the stars.

TBC

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