Matthew doesn't know what else to say to his brother as he drops his bag by the door. He looks around their small house and sighs, they didn't even bother putting up a tree this year knowing that there's no point to it anymore so their small living rooms seems cold and dark. The whole house seems eerily quiet and something inside him makes him walk up the stairs and knock on his brother's door, "Alfie?" He calls out quietly, "I'm…sorry I didn't mean for it to come off like that." He slowly opens his brother's door finding it unlocked, "Alfie?"

"Please stop calling me that." Alfred turns from his spot at his computer, "I just want to be alone right now okay?" His eyes are filled with unshed tears as he turns back around.

"Okay…" Matthew whispers as he closes the door and walks back down the stairs, "Great I made him cry." He shakes his head feeling instantly guilty for yelling at him, "Crap." He plops down on the couch letting out another sigh as he turns on the TV and flips to a hockey game to try to clear his mind. Soon he's completely absorbed into the game he's only distracted by a plate that's shoved into his lap, "Oh…thanks Alfred."

"Yeah…" Alfred turns to go back to his room with his own plate as Matthew reaches out for his arm.

"Al, really I'm sorry. Please stay and eat with me."

The younger twin sighs for a moment before choosing to sit next to his brother with his own plate, "I hope you wanted grilled cheese."

"Sure it's fine." He looks down at his two sandwiches before noticing his brother only has half of one, "You not hungry?" Alfred shrugs taking a bite out of his sandwich, "Al?"

The other twin slides down into the couch, "I heard you and…no I'm not really that hungry."

Fear instantly rocks Matthew as he slowly puts his sandwiches on the nearby coffee table knowing something is off, "What's wrong? Come on you can tell me." When he spots what looks like red on his brother's upper arm he in a flash pins his brother on the couch before he can race away, "Alfred F. Jones let me see your arms."

"Matthew let go of me!" Alfred tries to struggle before seeing fear in his brother's eyes so he slowly stops, "Bro I'm not suicidal if that's the reason you have me crammed into the couch." He turns to his arm, "It's sharpie. Toris was trying to figure out something for his art project and he needed a subject so that meant me."

Matthew pulls up Alfred's sleeve and lets out a small sigh at the sight of the red marker stain, "Okay…what is it anyway?"

"Um…I'm not sure but I'll clean it off later. Now can you get off me?" Matthew stays where he's at on his brother's lap looking down at his brother for more answers, "Mattie I promise I'm not cutting myself or anything else." He pulls up both his sleeves for Matthew to see, "Okay?"

"Then why aren't you eating?" Alfred looks down ashamed and his brother instantly understands, "You're not fat."

"Yeah well I'm not exactly thin either." He sighs as finally Matthew sits back on the couch, "Look Mattie I just want to lose like ten pounds is that so bad?"

"No but if you're getting sick you shouldn't be dieting." Matthew hands his brother part of his dinner with a smile, "If you want I can help you after Christmas break. But for now you should be eating."

Alfred takes the sandwich and looks it over before taking a bite, "Fine…but I'm not getting on that ice with you and falling on my ass again."

"Fair enough." Matthew smiles as he ruffles his brother's short blonde hair, "You know I care about you." He tries for a moment to push down his brother's strange little cowlick with no luck.

Alfred swats his hand away after a moment, "Whatever Dude." He watches his brother pick his sandwich back up before taking a bite out of his, "Can we have eggs tomorrow?"

"Sure." Matthew says licking the hot cheese of his thumb, "Will you actually eat any of it?"

"Yeah."

"You promise?"

Alfred sighs finishing his sandwich, "Yeah Bro I promise." He stands and stretches, "I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Okay good night Alfie." Matthew gives him a smile as Alfred quickly rolls his eyes before walking back up the stairs.

Alfred's phone rings as he sits back down in his chair, "Hello?"

"Ve, Al it's me."

"Hey Feli what's up?"

The Italian smiles as he ignores his brothers fighting down the hall, "Well I met this beautiful girl and she has this friend and I was hoping you'd want to come with us."

Alfred just stares at the phone for a moment, "As in a date? Like date, date?"

"Si it is a date. Oh Alfred she is a sweet girl too I promise but I need a gregario."

The tall teen is still trying to wrap his head around the first words, "Wait what's a gregario? Like a um wingman?"

Feli lets out a small laugh, "Si a wingman." He can hear the hesitance in the other man's voice, "Please Alfred? I know she'll like you I mean what's not to like?"

"I…um…" Alfred tries to not look at himself in the mirror, "well…" He can hear the sound of Feli's sad 'ves' on the other end and he knows he can't say no, "I…okay…"

Instantly Feli squeals into the phone, "Oh thank you il mio amico! You will not regret it at all. It's for New Year's Eve and I have it all planned out already so all you have to do is show up."

"New Year's Eve!" Alfred shakes his head, "Wait isn't that a couples night? Dude Feli what if she doesn't like me? Hell you haven't even told me her name."

"Alfred." Feli says in a calm comforting tone, "It will be fine, she will like you and I'll tell you her name later." Alfred can hear a distant door slam followed by more shouting in Italian, "Alfred I have to go but I'll talk to you tomorrow, bye."

Alfred sits back still confused, "Oh shit Dude…" He lets out a small moan, "What the hell did I just agree to?" He just turns back to his computer and starts to type, "God what a day…"