Lunch box?

"Hey there." Joseph, carrying a lunch box, walked up to his brother, a stark contrast to the middle-aged, balding Michael. Joseph, much gentler and definitely handsome, had met Ethan before. This time, without the previous panic, he initiated a greeting.

"Sorry, I won't keep you," Ethan said with a smile, not lingering any longer as he pushed his wheelchair out of the hospital room.

"Let me help you with that." Seeing Ethan struggle with the wheelchair, Joseph handed the lunch box to his brother and then stood up to push Ethan.

"Thanks for the help, Mr. Joseph." Ethan didn't refuse,he was keen on getting to know this younger brother a bit better.

He glanced at Michael, noticing a flicker of reluctance in his expression, clearly not keen on Joseph helping Ethan, but he didn't voice his objection.

Ethan also noticed the lunch box. When opened, it revealed beautifully arranged and meticulously prepared contents.