“Really?” Michael raised an eyebrow. Theo had always insisted on his hatred for pickles; that he couldn’t stand them. “I suppose that makes sense now.” He admitted. Watching Theodore, he noticed the tears form in the others eyes and fall; wetting his cheeks as they reminisced over their childhood.<br/><br/>Casting his eyes down towards his hands, the younger considered the tough front his brother put up. “It’s okay to cry, you know. It doesn’t make you any less of a person.” He smiled; peeking up once the food arrived. Michael gladly made his way over to the kitchen counter; waiting to grab his burger and fries. “It’s also okay to remember the past. I don’t remember them much, but I know they were good people. I was ecstatic when you all made the agreement to formally adopt me.”<br/><br/>Grabbing his box, Michael found a spot at the counter to stand and opened the box. The aroma of the cheeseburger hit his nose; causing Michaels stomach to growl in anticipation and his mouth water. Lifting the bun, he counted three large pickles sitting right on top; nearly smothered in gooey sharp cheddar cheese. While he always preferred more, three was enough to excite him and he immediately pulled the pickles from their spots and ate those first.<br/><br/>“Mhm...” Michael chewed slowly; savoring the sour flavor. After all three were gone, he put the bun back on top. “If I had to choose what to live off of for the rest of my life, it would most definitely be pickles.”