Emil did his best not to squeak when Lukas hugged him. It wasn't the response he'd been aiming for, but it made him feel warm nonetheless. "Bro, hey? What are you doing?" he asked with a squirm before he managed to duck out of the hug, though not before he enjoyed it for a few seconds. "I just don't think you should go out drinking so much! It's bad for you!"

"What's it look like I'm doing. I'm giving my little brother a hug." Lukas responded, though he let Emil move away without much of a fight. "I don't go out drinking to much. And I don't need to hear it's bad for me from you. I get enough of that at work. Because of that, I feel that every beer I drink is like a big fuck you to the controlling fucktard I call a manager." Yeah, he really hated that man.

"Well...don't do that," Emil muttered without any bite. He didn't really want Lukas not to hug him even if it was embarrassing. He pulled on his clothes, putting them into order as if they were messed up somehow. It gave him time to put his face back into order. "Fine. I don't care. I just don't want you wandering home drunk alone." His brother was all he had after all.

"I wasn't going to get drunk. Just have a few drinks." Lukas said. "But if it bothers you that much I won't go. I don't really need to drink that bad and like you said, it's not really a reasonable time to go." He was silent for a moment. "How about instead you and I go out for a late lunch/ early dinner. We haven't done that in a while and I can tell you about what it is I was working on."

Emil nodded his head before he could even stop himself from looking excited. "Can we really? I'm hungry," he said. He'd been too busy playing a game to eat lunch earlier after all. "Let me go get my shoes." With that, he hurried back to his room and bitched at Mr. Puffin for a minute to tell him where his shoes went before he found them under the bed and went back to the front door.

Lukas couldn't help the small smile that formed on his face when Emil agreed to go out with him. It really has been a while since they've done anything together. He watched his brother go get his shoes before grabbing his own, which were already sitting by the door where the shoes were supposed to go, before pulling them on. He checked his pockets to make sure he had his phone, keys, and wallet when Emil came back over to him. "Let's go." he said, leading the way out. "So. Where do you want to eat? Anywhere in the city, your choice." He didn't mind where they went. He was just happy to be spending time with his brother.

"Seafood," Emil said as Lukas opened the door. "I definitely want seafood." Just as they stepped outside though, they nearly ran into someone standing just outside the door.

Mathias blinked and had to step back, though he still had his hand poised and ready to knock. He looked between the two people that just exited the house before a giant grin took over his face. "Hi there, buddy! I was just about to see if you were home! Guess you are...but...not."

"Seafood it is." Lukas agreed. It was one of his favorite types of food, so he wasn't going to complain about the choice. He froze when he saw who was standing at their door before glaring at the man. "I'm not your 'buddy.' What do you want, you stupid Dane?" he asked, his tone annoyed. He had really been hoping that he wouldn't run into Matthias. You know, ever again. Looks like luck was against him.

Emil shrunk back, staying close to his brother's side. He gave Lukas a look as if to ask who the hell this strange and overly familiar person was. Obviously they knew each other and Emil didn't know this person. That was unacceptable. He sent the stranger the ice cold glare he learned from Lukas.

Mathias ran a hand through his hair and pouted. "Aw, come on. I only stopped by to make sure you were alright after the other night!"

Emil jumped on that before Mathias could say anything else and whirled on Lukas. "What does he mean by that?!"

Lukas glared coldly at Matthias. "Nothing." He told Emil, his eyes still on the Dane. "And I'm fine, thanks for asking. Now if you would excuse us, we are going to dinner." With that, he reached over and grabbed his brother's wrist, pulling him along as he pushed past the annoying man who needed to keep his mouth shut. He really didn't want to deal with this right now. Why couldn't the man talk to him about this when he was alone? Especially since he told him he didn't want his brother to know what happened.

Emil narrowed his eyes at Lukas. Considering the way he was glaring, he had to be lying. Something did happen! "Brother!" he complained when Lukas started pulling him along. He looked back at the stranger with curiosity even though he thought he sounded quite annoying.

Mathias did remember that Lukas didn't want to tell others what happened, though he should. That's why he didn't explain what he asked about though. That was enough right? "Oh really? Can I tag along?" he asked, falling into pace next to the brothers.

"No you may not tag along. I am spending quality time with my little brother. Besides, I barely know you. What makes you think you have the right to come with us? Let alone even bother us?" Lukas asked, turning his head as he walked to continue to glare at Matthias. If he had any brain, he would back off and leave them alone. Couldn't he tell he wasn't wanted.

"That's sweet," Mathias hummed. "Hi there, I'm Mathias!" he said, turning to Emil. "Don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting. So you're Lukas' bro?" Judging by his smile, he didn't seem to notice or care that Lukas said he couldn't come. He certainly hadn't stopped following them.

Emil finally pulled his hand away from Lukas in order to look less like a kid being led around. In his head, the only response he had to Mathias was 'um', but when he opened his mouth, that's not what came out. "Beat it, loser."

Mathias burst out laughing. "Wow, you're brothers for sure!"

When Emil pulled away from him, Lukas's hand clenched into a fist. He had been had doing that less to lead him away and more to stop himself from doing something completely out of character for him like say, punching Mathias in the face. "You heard him. Beat it, you stupid Dane." He told him.

Mathias stopped and pouted deeper. "Aw, you don't mean that do you? Did the other night mean nothing?!" he exclaimed. "I came out of the good of my heart too!"

Emil looking between the two of them, his eyes wide. Did the other night mean nothing, he mouthed back. Who was this guy to Lukas?

"It didn't mean anything. I didn't need your help then either." Lukas stated. Sure, he was completely ignoring the fact that at least two of the guys had been armed and they probably wouldn't have been happy with what he had in his wallet and likely would have attacked him. He wouldn't have been able to do anything against them if that happened. So a part of him knew he should be thankful for the help, but he was to annoyed to care at the moment.

"Oh, I see how it is. I should just come back tomorrow then? Well, see ya for now!" Mathias exclaimed with a bright smile and a wave. Before anyone could say no to him, he took off down the street and he fully intended to do what he said. He would be back.

Emil turned to look at Lukas, his eyes narrowed. "Brother....who the fuck was that?"

Lukas glared at Mathias's retreating back before turning to Emil, the glare instantly dropping once his eyes landed on his brother. "He's friends with Tino's new boyfriend. We met the last time I went to the bar. He annoyed me then and he annoys me now. Let's just go get dinner. He's not important." he told him, turning to continue walking to the restaurant.

Emil didn't quite buy that though. Maybe what Lukas said was the truth, but it wasn't the whole truth. "Then why was he here now? He knows something that I don't!" he complained, maybe even so far as whined. He wouldn't admit that though. Even if he had to keep this up all the way through dinner, he would unless Lukas told him.

"What could he possible know that you don't? You're my brother. You know me better than he does." Lukas told him. He was really hoping Emil would drop this and let them just focus on having a nice meal. He knew that if his brother kept pushing, he would end up telling him, as much as he didn't want to.

"I know I'm you're brother. That's exactly why I should know," Emil huffed. He gave Lukas a poke in the arm to show he was serious. "I can tell when you're lying. Don't make me poke you again!" It pissed him off to no end that some annoying stranger might know something about his brother that he did not.

"What do you think I'm lying about?" Lukas asked. He could tell that Emil was serious about finding out what he was hiding. Though the poking didn't really bother him to much as long as he didn't do it constantly. He hoped that food would distract him as the arrived at the restaurant. He led the way inside and a waiter led them to a table.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you about it!" Emil huffed. He poked Lukas a few more times once they were inside and seated. "Tell me, tell me, tell me," he started to chant. He was definitely not going to get distracted now that he'd caught onto something.

"There is nothing to tell. And stop poking me." Lukas stated, leaning away from Emil. "If you don't stop, I'm not going to tell you what it is I was working on before in my office." he added. He hoped that would make his brother stop because he was getting close to caving in and telling him, even if he really didn't want him to know.

Emil stopped his poking, a conflicted look passing over his face. He still had his finger out and ready to poke again, but for a few seconds, just sat there. "That's not fair. Brothers shouldn't keep secrets from each other." He didn't want to keep pressing though because he wanted to know both things and since he didn't know what either secret was, he couldn't pick which one he wanted to know more. Instead, he settled for sulking and glaring at Lukas in revenge.