[ How can it outright annoy him if, thanks to their connection and closeness, Nico can't help but see it as least partially from his brother's point of view? They definitely differ in reactions to various things, and that's interesting on its own; synchronized navel-gazing, except they can look at each other's navels too. The differences are never a mystery, and never disturbing. They only make it all the easier to line up and operate in tandem, like now.

Theatrical squirming and pretend annoyance for Caleb's intrusion - playing at a I saw him first competitive possessiveness he doesn't really feel, that most people find flattering. ]

Weren't you busy striking out with some cheerleaders - oh, you must've gone down fast, huh. [ With a little, sardonic movement of the mouth that could be a sneer or a leer: ] Per usual.

[ To the mildly flustered boy: ] Don't mind him. Really.

[ His smile is a bit wider now, anticipating the standard battery of twin-related questions people typically have for them, and taking turns with Caleb to answer.

Jacob, as it turns out his name is, alternately peppers them with questions and hides behind the cup full of the less terrible drinks on the table, pleased and nervous to have both their attentions. His gaze moves between them almost compulsively. Not unlike their dogs sometimes, except the way Jacob chews his bottom lip when he thinks it's hidden behind the cup is much more thoughtful. Much more imaginative. ]