Sawyer always looked forward to dinners with the rest of his Cooden family, never dreading it, never feeling anxious about what they'd do or say. Despite the occasional argument, he always felt fulfilled in leaving, always excited to see them again in another week. Not that they all showed up every week-- he wished that was the case but knew it was likely impossible to achieve such a thing. Still, the variance each time made their dynamic unpredictable, fresh every time.
It wasn't as fantastic as a holiday. It wasn't as great as having them all in one place at once, bantering and smiling and attempting to ignore any internal drama they had with one another. But it was still something, a way for him to cling onto the bond he adored to have with them, a way to avoid growing up in so many words. He could only hope they appreciated him just as much. He could never love him less than he already did.
On this particular day he was meeting some of his brothers-- minus the middle brother, who was preoccupied with other things-- so he was quite excited to have a little "guy time." Despite his suggestion to meet at the arcade, it was apparently easier to meet at the diner; not everyone had enough time to play video games all night. It sorta sucked.
Yet he was happy nonetheless. He settled into a booth and waited for the others, ordering the appetizers they'd love ahead of time as well as the drinks he knew they'd likely want. When they arrived there would be a full spread waiting for them, already welcoming.