Simon looked at him for a long moment and then obediently began to clean his knife, frowning. He had meant to clean the weapon, but wasn't sure where. He knew the police could trace blood. His mother watched crime all the time...had watched, he reminded himself. She was dead now, along with his father.<br/>It was about time too, in his mind. Maybe if he had acted sooner, things wouldn't have gotten so messed up. Maybe, but there was no use in wondering now. It was done and over with.<br/><br/>He was so distracted it took him a moment to respond to the question Knox had asked.<br/>"A favorite place?" he asked. "To eat? I like Subway." He knew it was an odd choice for a boy his age, but his cousin often took him there and they were the few good times in his life that really stuck with him. The people there were nice, the place smelled good and it was bright and clean. He always ordered the same thing when he came too. He wiped at his pants and hands, trying to remove the blood. Eating at Subway with blood still drying on him felt distinctly wrong, but on the other had he had done something to be proud of, but his double turkey double bacon with pickles, onions, mustard and pepper seemed like it'd taste different with the sticky feeling of the blood. He frowned deeper. "My cousin took me there sometimes." he didn't want to say too much, though he owed Knox some kind of explaination.