Tim puts on a hurt face when Kobi asks to talk to them, and he shakes his head, "They're not here!" He says, "They're.... away." He mumbles, then sighs a little, "Look, lets just invite your brother and Ezekiel and some of the workers from Rhythm, okay? I don't want to talk about this..." He says, drinking the coffee.

He tensed up when he he shouted that they were not here. For he didn't mean to make him upset. Elliott sees the sad look in his brother's eyes, but did nothing. Hearing that they should just invite his brother, Ezekiel and some of the workers from Rhythm. He looks at him and nods his head. "Okay." he said in a quiet and soft spoken voice.

Tim noticed the look, then frowned a little and goes over to Kobi and hugs him, "I'm sorry." He mumbles, "It's not your fault." He says, nuzzling the top of his head, "I just... don't want to talk about them."

He was a little surprise to be hugged by Tim. For he was sure that he would be mad at him. But it was still a nice warm feeling. Hearing him say sorry. He shook his head and wrapped his arms around him. "It's not your fault. I was pushing it to far. I won't ask again." he tells him.

Tim lets out a soft breath, then smiles a little and sits back down with his coffee, "Anyway," he says, "We have a pretty small guest list, huh?" He sips his coffee and tries thinking of anyone else.

Kobi also sat back down and nodded his head. "Yeah. But I like that. Simple and small. That sounds like a wedding to me." he said, That's when Elliott cleared his throat and looked at the two. "Okay then. Is there anything else you was to discuss about?" he asked.

Tim thinks, then smiles a little, "Did I ask what you wanted to wear?" He asks Kobi, "Did you want to wear a tux?" He asks

"No you haven't asked." he said. Looking at his lover with a smile. "I was thinking of wearing a white tux." he tells him with a smile on his face.

Tim smiles a little, "No dress?" He asks innocently, "White tux sounds adorable." He says, smiling more.

He chuckled when his lover mention the dress. "Well-" No! My brother is not going to wear a dress." Elliott cut his brother off. "A white tux would do nicely." he said as he wrote down the tuxes onto the notepad.