Ryan had fallen asleep while the other was in the shower. Just managing to stip off his spoiled clothes and wrap himself up in the sheet surrounded by Sam’s smell. Seemed that was that for the time being and he looked so sweet and like he needed to sleep to be disturbed unless Sam really pushed him for a mumbled ‘yes fine...’ and out again. Seemed at least more bonding was going to have to happen another day. It was true there was a worry of things developing at the rate they were since this was Ryan’s first real relationship, and honestly he seemed to make more of an effort than Kane did for the small things right away as Sam would wake up with ‘good morning :)’ text first thing, very early since Ryan to get back to work as a nurse and kept odd hours some weeks. He seemed to want to get to know Sam just beyond the bedroom and figured neither of them had time for length phone calls.<br/><br/>——<br/><br/>Kane seemed to have dropped his interest in the waitress when she left them alone and focused himself back on the question. He had ordered some sort of fish variety, usually being picky about food since he himself cooked but he was open to giving this place a try. “I hate to disappoint you but not much. Mope. Sometimes I try out a new kitchen creation... sometimes a new gun. Sometimes try to plan a new way to end my miserable existence but there isn’t much hope for that. Smoke too much, drink too much.” It wasn’t exactly a flattering picture but Kane was asked the truth and he didn’t feel had to put on any heirs with Rai. After all... they were... what were they? “I was tending a bar for a while in New York but that didn’t end well. I don’t think I can go back but there isn’t many places forward.” Maybe that’s why he was here he couldn’t place where he wanted to be outside out being present here now, and dinner sounded as good or bad as any idea he could have.