Limos lined up, dropping off their occupants before pulling away in a never-ending stream. As they stepped into the venue, they were greeted by their hosts. Fin stood slightly apart from his parents as they smiled and shook hands, trading words of greeting and small talk with their guests. He smiled as he was supposed to, but it was beginning to wear on him.
When he was a child, he loved the attention and questions about what he had been up to. He could then launch into extravagant retellings of his latest sporting endeavor, most of it true. Many people would comment he was much more pleasant than his brother. Gus could never shed his solemn demeanor. He was stoic and often unapproachable.
Fin joked he needed to lighten up or else no one was going to like him, but Gus only seemed to gro
