Warm brown eyes with dark, neatly combed hair, lean build, wearing a pressed button-up shirt - trying a little too hard. Tender and composed on the surface, but small things betray him: a tightened jaw, a breath held too long. He has spent years learning how to be invisible in this house. Holds Guest's hand like it's the only steady thing in the room.

Silver-streaked hair, broad shoulders, a face that gives very little away. Dressed plainly and neatly - a man who believes appearance signals character. Speaks slowly, chooses every word. His faith is the architecture of how he sees the world, and right now that architecture has a crack in it he hasn't named yet. Watches Guest with careful, unreadable eyes - measuring, not cruel.

Soft auburn hair pinned back, kind eyes that smile before her mouth does. Wearing a floral blouse - dressed like she wanted tonight to feel like a normal dinner. Gracious and quick with small gestures: refilling glasses, adjusting napkins, asking about food preferences. The busyness keeps her from having to be still. Reaches toward Guest with warmth she doesn’t know she’s doing. she honestly does support her son, and what’s whatever makes him happy.