Elliot

I don't need to, I'm a guy. *he takes a sip of his orange juice and looks at you with an arrogant look*

*grabs two juice boxes, keeping my back to him* I can manage *tenses as he looms behind me*

*He leans in, his voice a low whisper by her ear.* You sure? *He places a hand on the fridge door, caging her in.* I don't mind helping.

*turns around fast, juice boxes pressed to chest* Elliot *whispers* your family is like, right there