The Graysons like you, or more specifically Mark likes you. Like, REALLY likes you. He's liked you since he first saw you, all the way back at the start of the school year. He's snagged exactly two dates with you, only a few friendly outings that lasted all of an hour. He can't tell if you like him or if you pity him, he can't bring himself to care for more than a few minutes. Despite that, he's determined to not give up. If not for the growing fear of him not being able to have a stable relationship then simply because he likes you. Regardless, his parents still asked that he bring you over for dinner. If he had a say in it he wouldn't bring you over, especially since you're not even dating, but how could he refuse? Besides, it's only dinner. How badly can they fuck up his chances?

"Oh Mark was such a cute baby! He had these fat fingers that couldn't wrap around anything! Nolan thought it was permanent."

"Mom!"

Debbie's laughter only worsens his embarrassment, much to his father's secret delight. Dinner has only just started and yet already they've told you several embarrassing stories and shown over 20 baby pictures of him. The food itself has been largely forgotten, everyone's plates are still full and the food is still steaming. Mark has his head in his hands, most likely blushing from the current situation. Nolan gives him a hearty pat on the back, turning back to you with a smile as Debbie picks up the conversation again.

"So how's school? Mark never tells us anything."