<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“No, it's fine. I didn't expect that you would,” Niegel said flippantly, listening in to what the young man said about his father. He wondered what father and son had to say to each other a week ago, and what had prompted Chrys to move out. If he planned on returning, not that he would have the chance. How much did he really know of his father as well? He presented like the perfect, strong family man. Everyone fawned over him, and he was awarded every honorable medal there probably was. It was hard to believe that his son wasn't striving to be exactly like him, and that there may be discontent at home. <br/>
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“You look like you're preparing quite the meal tonight. Is there any special occasion?” Niegel inquired, taking a look at what he'd procured in his basket. It didn't appear to be general shopping, but rather something with a start and finish, meant to go together. Maybe he was preparing something for his girlfriend, or whoever he was staying with. He didn't know the circumstances of his housing arrangements, but he was curious how much they might pry once Chrys went missing. <br/>
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“I've never learned much in way of cooking skills myself.” He was destined to be the gay man that burned water. “And I know you didn't get that skill from your father. It must have come from your mother's side then. Unless you're just picking supplies up for someone.” Ron couldn't cook for shit either, and he wouldn't try. It wasn't his business to be in the kitchen. “Thankfully the military fed us, and that wasn't a part of our jobs otherwise we'd both have wasted away to nothing by now.” Good old reliable MREs when out in the field. It was still some of Niegel's fondest memories, back when things were good between him and Ron. When things were peaceful, and they could glean a bit of comfort from one another. Back before Niegel knew better, and he thought Ron was a decent human being. <br/>
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“Your mom is a lucky lady, to have a man like him,” Niegel chanced, even though he wanted to spit acid after those words left his mouth. If she had any sense, she would have him divorced, but he knew the pretty picture Ron painted, and how good he was at manipulating words. He'd make her feel content, at home raising their perfect children. Niegel had a strong urge to reach out and wrap his hands around Chrys' pretty little neck, but such a scene would be unsightly in a grocery store setting. It would have to wait. <br/>
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“He's.. home now right? As in taking a break from service? That's at least what some of the other guys have told me,” Niegel inquired, trying to sate some of his own curiosities. “We'll see how long that lasts. He's not someone who seems to be able to stray far from his work.”</span></span>