Eli: He nodded. "He did. He must have known. Yeah, me too."
Mike: "I don't know. Everyone always tells me these things, especially you Evelyn, but then I remember, I'm just a kid from Brooklyn, one that used to be scrawny and weak too."
Eli: He set a tray of cinnamon rolls in the oven and saw out the window the jet in the distance. "Well, here comes the cavalry." He tapped into the building mainframe to Mike's personal room comm. "Hey lovebirds, parents on the horizon, you might want to be presentable before Steve arrives and finds something scandalous. Also, I put cinnamon rolls in the oven just now, and they're first come first serve." He got off the comm without waiting for an answer. He knew that was kind of a jerk move, but it was also a fair warning, and being a jerk had been a coping method for at least two generations before him. He poured something definitely not cream into his morning coffee - another coping method started at least two generations ago - and took a swig.
Conrad: He entered the kitchen where Jay and Eli were, leading Raven on behind him. "Morning." He'd tried his best, but he wasn't a professional group therapy leader like his dad. Hopefully Eli and Jay could help Raven.
Raven: She sat down silently. She blamed herself - for being weak, for not being able to stop Luke, for not being able to completely hate Luke because the messed up and complicated thoughts she had about Luke, for not being able to protect Hope.