《 Kennedy 》<br/>Location: Miles' place<br/>Addressing: Josh<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>"Oh shit..." the words dropped from Kennedy's mouth like bricks. The man's wife had passed...just that morning? There was so much he wanted to know, but definitely wouldn't be asking. Not now, not as a fresh face apparently being allowed unprecedented hospitality. It was a little unnerving, but really, could not being an asshole be too terribly hard? No, but minding the potential landmines of strangers come new friends would take some careful consideration.<br/><br/>"I think I can manage that and thanks for the heads up. I can't even imagine..." He couldn't and his eyes strayed from Josh for a moment as he tried to. Having someone so close to you suddenly not there...He'd never had someone he'd felt was close enough to be considered a spouse.<br/><br/>"Sorry, I am so wrecked from this day. Let me just take a few minutes to clean up and I'll help you guys in the kitchen." He may have been marginal in some of his survival skills, but he felt blessed with the innate gay ability to cook and be fastidiously clean.<br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Clean-up was ten minutes of face scrubbing along with other essential areas; a ritual that left him both smelling good and feeling more fully in control of his faculties. He joined the brothers in the kitchen as promised, following their lead first before adding some touches of his own. Wild game wasn't his forte, but he was able to muster up a couple of sensible side dishes and a table setting that he felt evoked a feeling of cozy and relaxation without being overbearingly stiff or overdone. He knew nothing about Miles' late wife, but in just the little time he spent in her kitchen and dining room, he could tell she was an elegant woman who appreciated the decorum of a well-presented meal.