Phobeus laughed, and got out with him. They walked through the door, and a cheery, light-hearted voice greeted them. When Lucian tried to put a voice to the name, a red haired, green eyed woman with pale skin was at the cash register. He could believe that they were related. She was pale as fuck.

"Hello! Welcome to my bakery! Remember, if it looks good, you'd ought to buy it! After all, it's All Or Muffin!" The voice was accented a lot like Phobeus, but a lot softer. Must've been the city. But then again, Phobeus lived in the city too.

Phobeus walked up to her, smiling. "Eva, it's me. Your brother. The one who raised you?"

"Oh!" She got up from getting something from behind her pastry counter, and waved. "Hello, Brother Who Raised Me! Who's this?" She gasped. "Lucian? That's him? I thought you'd be taller, or at least you'd not be a skeleton, but, I guess, it is what it is!"

Lucian huffed, "Taller? Okay, lady, I'll have you know I'm five eight." He looked to Phobeus and strained, "Phobe, you said she was chill!"

"I never said she was 'chill'. I said she was sweet." Phobeus said pointedly. To Evangelina, he remarked, "Or at least I thought. Eva, meet your baby brother, Lucian."

Lucian felt his eye twitch, and he bit back a growl. "I am anything but a baby! I'm a teenager!"

Phobeus and Evangelina exchanged a knowing look. "Okay, you got us there, bud." Eva laughed with mock-defeat. "And I'm only a small business owner, at the ripe ol' human age of nineteen!"

"And I have an Associates Degree in Medical Surgery from Harvard. I'm a surgeon, even though my estimated age is two-thousand, five-hundred and ninety seven years old. About twenty-five, in human years." Phobeus smiled.

"Holy shit, you're nineteen?" He gasped, then smirked, "I thought you were older."

"And I thought you'd have curlier hair, shortstack." Eva bounced back, not missing a second. "Y'know, cause since when you were a baby, you had little curlicues everywhere on your head."

"Will I never win?" Lucian asked, almost grunting.

"Get used to it, Luci." Eva shrugged. "The only way you'll win an argument with me is if I let you."

Lucian huffed with laughter, almost doubling over. "Maybe one day, Eva. Maybe one day."

"As glad as I am to see you both getting along," Phobeus adjoined, a smile on his face, "Lucian still hasn't seen the penthouse yet."

"What?" Eva gasped, mocking surprise, "Are you kidding me? Dadbro, I thought you showed him the house already! You are so heckin' forgetful!"

"My mistake, Eva." Phobeus replied, bowing graciously, "It will not happen again. He can only be shown the penthouse once, in fact. This idiotic notion will not be ignored by you, I am sure."

"It better not be." She mocked seriousness for a second, then burst out laughing. "All right, losers, get lost, you're making a line!" She shooed them out, then said to Lucian, "It's nice to see you again, Baby Brother." She smiled genuinely, then went back inside to serve her customers.

As the two walked out of the bakery, Phobeus waving goodbye to his little sister, Lucian sighed. Holy mother of god. He didn't even know that this could happen to him. Of course, as a kid, he'd always dreamt of being taken away to a place he'd where he'd actually feel at home, with a family to actually be there, instead of sitting there on the floor in a drunken heap. When he got older, though, the entire notion that he could have a family that loved him was thrown out the window. Until now. He hated how quickly he had gotten so attached to these people. It was an act, right? A sham? He was gonna wake up and be in that shitty motel room, scrounging for food while the only family he thought he had was either to comatose to function properly, or to high to acknowledge his existence, or just not there at all. He wouldn't cry when he woke up. No, he wouldn't. Of course, Dr. Dad just had to see through the fact that Lucian was upset. It was this wierd fuckin' sixth sense or something.

"Lucian, is everything alright?" Phobeus asked, concern furrowing his brow. His golden eyes seemed to see through everything.

Don't cry, you idiot. Don't cry. He doesn't actually care. "Yeah." He cleared his throat and blinked silently, clutching the car door when he made his way to it, "Yeah. I'm fine. Just can't believe this." He gestured to everything with his hands, "Any of it." He then got into the car and covered his eyes, trying to absorb the tears that were threatening to fall.

Phobeus got did the same shortly after, making sure the boy had fastened his seatbelt,"Yes, well, we were never going to stop until we found you, Lucian. Eva and I searched for centuries when you were cast out. Believe it or not, we care for you, Son. We have since you were born." He sighed, putting his head on the inactive steering wheel, and confessed, "I never should have let any of my siblings out of my sight at the age they were. Not Laken, nor you. I saw no other way. You could never go back to Mother and Father, Lucian. They would have tourtured you, as they did all of us. I never should have given Laken to Vanacinth. But I had no other choice. I just wished I had enough time to fix it then. So I could have seen you grow up. Without you having to barely scrape by just to survive. I really am some brother, aren't I?" He started the Biscayne, got out of parking, and began the route to the penthouse.

That's it. Lucian's crying. Because that big lug meant it. Fuck, he can't believe his ears, or eyes. Cause all this time, he's been fucking Nemo in this stupid Disney metaphor that even the author can't believe made it into the final cut of this goddamn story. He can't trust his voice. He's shaking to much. He's wondering how he would have turned out if he had been found by Phobeus and Eva sooner. Would he actually have the courage to ask out that Emmet kid he's had a crush on since middle school? Would he look better, or at least look as if he didn't come from trash? Would he be smarter? Would he be treated better? God knows. And there was an even bigger question running through his head; Why didn't his parents want him? He decided it didn't matter. Phobeus and Eva were enough, he guessed. He would put in as much effort as he could to make it worth their while. He wasn't gonna make them wait on him again.