"Who told you?" Blue asked his brothers with narrowed eyes.
"That shouldn't really matter. The fact is that we already know. And how could you keep such important information away from us? We're still family." Atlas reasoned with a serious tone.
Blue scoffed. "Family? Can you still not get it into your head that I want nothing to do with you people!?"
"Calm down," Eliot rose up from his seat to speak gently. "We're not here to fight. As we said before, we brought gifts for our nephew. Have a look at them."
Eliot was trying to do damage control as he picked up a small box and handed it to Blue. With anger coursing through his bloodstream, Blue slapped the box out of Eliot's hand, and it landed on the ground with a crack sound.
"Fucking get that away from me!" he said.
Eliot did not react angrily. But his jaw did tick. He bent down and picked the box from the floor.
He unwrapped it in front of Blue to reveal a pink glass feeding bottle that had cracked.
