He did accept the plate I handed him, but he didn't eat and just stared into the distance. I had carefully chosen all the dishes I thought he would like.
I looked back at Damian's family. He seemed okay with some members, answering his aunts' questions even if reluctantly, and occasionally talking to his two younger siblings. However, he ignored his eldest brother during dinner and now his father as well. What kind of conflict do they have?
"Aren't you hungry? Should I set this aside for you later?" I asked, turning my attention back to Damian, worried he might change his mind if he got bored.
"I'm fine. Eat," he replied, barely glancing at me.
"Fel, more juice?" Jen asked, ensuring we didn't feel out of place at the end of the table.
"I still have some," I replied.
After a few more
