He narrowed his eyes. "You're the one who couldn't stand me, if you'll remember. You're the one who moved out. So this doesn't have anything to do with me. It has to do with you. Can you stand to spend a few hours with me and pretend you're happy?" Honestly, it wasn't really on his top lists of things to do. It was bound to be painful. It was bound to trudge up some memories of some legitimate happy times. He probably should have said no, but he wasn't about to be the one to disappoint the twins.
"I don't think it's wrong for me to assume there's some sort of catch on your part."