Coming back from the previous room, Tino nervously inquired,"Is it okay for me to ask who you are?" He pointed to himself,"I'm Tino." Seeing his companion coming back from the kitchen he waved over to him,"Ah, and that's Berwald."

Perceiving Carlos' initial discomfort at the sight of Berwald, Tino noted,"He may look scary, but he's actually a nice guy, really!"

Berwald nodded.

Emil was growing tired of all the introductions, perilously wanting to talk with Carlos himself. He clasped his hands together and twiddled his thumbs. The rest conversed with the stranger as Emil thought of what he would even say. Would Carlos sympathize with the abnormal dreams of his lusting after such a person? Would he become distressed and disgusted, demanding an immediate flight home? Did he just kidnap someone, subconsciously planning to keep them here for who knows how long until his emotions were satisfied? Emil did not know the answers to any of his unnerved thinking.

Deciding to admit the admiration of a kid he just met, he planned out various scenarios in his mind. Gazing at Carlos, he wondered if he could possibly anticipate the actions of someone with such strong emotions. Carlos noticed him staring and uncomfortably waved, put off by the intense watching. After being brought back to reality, Emil shifted his position, this time trying not to make eye contact.

Time passed and the rest of his family had then dispersed, leaving to do their own thing for the sake of the plot. Emil checked the time. It was 7:11 PM exactly.

"How long did they even talk for?" Emil mentally inquired. He viewed Carlos once more, considering what to say. Getting up from his seat, he strolled over to Carlos and rested again alongside him. He could feel himself beginning to shudder and his heartbeat quicken as it did the first time Carlos had caught his attention just a few hours prior. He went stupid over his affections, tastelessly staring at him with a devotion, internally screaming.

Initially flustered, Carlos met Emil's observing. He was becoming increasingly disturbed by their constant staring until he noticed he felt something for them as well. Keeping his hands on his thighs, he could sense them becoming awkwardly sweaty. His breathing became heavier and more frequent.

"What?" Carlos thought to himself as he continued to wonder at Emil,"Why do I feel like this?"

"Hey, um…," Emil started, breaking the silence,"This is crazy, considering we've only met for a few hours, but I, kind of, like…" He paused.

"..."

At a complete loss of words Emil felt the longing to disappear out of existence. He tried to speak, but the words would not come forth. He held his tongue.

"Nevermind."

Carlos let out a sigh as he let go of his breath,"Oh, okay." He restlessly chuckled as he pat Emil,"What now?"

Emil stood up,"Wait here for a while, okay? I have to do something real quick."

He walked away at a rushed gait. Turning corners in the house, he came up to a bedroom door and pushed it open.

"Matthias I-"

"Holy frick, Emil! Learn to knock or something!" His brother exclaimed, stepping in front of the bedroom TV.

Emil stayed quiet for a long enough time for an awkward silence to build between them."What are you watching?"

"Big boy television." Matthias shrugged, moving aside to expose a paused episode of Kitchen Nightmares.

"Don't joke around this time, Matthias, this is serious."

"Ah, alright. Sure, what's eating on you?"

Emil shuffled over,"Do you know anyone who's good with advice?"

Matthias looked to the side, pretending to think,"Uh, yeah, actually. Me."

"Someone else."

"Rude? Fine, if it's someone else you want I'll ask them right now." He strolled over to his original seat and picked up his phone,"One minute, thanks."

Emil waited impatiently.

"Do you have any advice to give for my beloved brother,Email?" Matthias read aloud as he typed,"Oh, wait, your name is Emil, right? It autocorrected to 'email.'"

"..."

"Okay, he's replying."

"..."

"Wow, it's taking a while. Must be a whole paragraph."

"..."

Matthias unpaused Kitchen Nightmares. The sound of the ongoing TV the only noise. Pause.

"Okay, there it is. 'What with?' it says." He looked at Emil,"So, what with?"

Emil looked at his feet, embarrassed,"Love,maybe…?" He said soft spoken.

His eyes widened,"Haha, are you serious? Oh my God, nice." He laughed to himself as he wrote out his reply,"With who?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"Yeah, okay, I'll just find out myself then." He placed a hand to the side of his face, staring longfully at nothing for dramatic effect,"My little brother has feelings!"

"Shut up…"

"Low and behold, Emil. The reply has been received."

"What, what does it say?"

"It says… 'haha ur gay.'"

"Does it really?" Emil partly yelled,"I told you to be serious this time!"

"I am serious! That's what it says!"

"Let me see!" Emil marched over, upset and ashamed. He took the phone from Matthias' hands and stared at the text. 'Haha ur gay' it read. No punctuation. No grammar.

After reading the contact name "Slim Tim" Emil outwardly inquired,"Tim? You asked that Dutch guy to give me advice?"

"Yeah? Wasn't there a book written about that place. You know, the one where the guy dies at the end. Very romantic."

"At least ask someone relevant to the subject!"

"He is relevant! He's entirely relevant!" Matthias took back his phone and sarcastically rolled his eyes,"Gosh, don't you read the wikipedia pages? Whatever, if you don't want the Dutch guy I'll ask the French one instead."

"Francis?"

"No, no, the other one."

"..."

"Ha! I'm messing with you! Who else? Duh." He joked once more, creating filler dialogue.

Emil stood in his place, unsure of what to do this far into what he started. Endless silence seemed to fill the room. The TV the only light.

"It's your lucky day, Emil. Some actual advice." He remarked with a grin and handed Emil the phone.

"Are you kidding me? He said the same thing Tim did!"

"Maybe it's some sort of code, little bro."

"Whatever," Emil groaned, giving up the cellular device,"I'll handle this myself."

Shamefully walking away and closing the door behind him, he could hear Matthias call after him,"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

The episode of Kitchen Nightmares ensued.