He tapped his foot on the ground, brushing his hair back with his fingers out of nervousness
August takes Kat's hand, equally as nervous if not more so. His parents open the door. They bear a striking resemblance to August. They see him and freeze, staring at him with wide eyes. They planned his funeral-they saw his dead body. So how the hell is he standing in front of them now!? He looks back at them. He smiles a little and waves awkwardly.
August: ...Hi guys...