Simon shook his head as they pulled up to Subway.<br/>"No, I don't mind." he said quietly. He just wanted to go and get himself some food. He got out of the car and went in. The smell of baking bread made him smile softly to himself- he had always loved that smell. It reminded him that someone out there actually cared about him...or had, at one point. He didn't like thinking that his cousin no longer cared about him, but he had Knox now, he supposed, to replace her.<br/><br/>In a way, he was closer to this near-stranger than to someone in his family. Together they shared a secret. Something no one else would ever understand. They had the murder, and that went deeper than blood. When it was his turn, he ordered what he usually did. A foot long double turkey, double bacon with onions, pickles, mustard and black pepper. The boy loved his meat.<br/><br/>"Doesn't your cousin usually come in here with you?" the woman at the counter asked as she punched in the numbers at the computer screen.<br/>Simon nodded.<br/>"Yes, but she's busy today."<br/>He thought he would be scared after having just killed his parents, at least about someone finding out, but he felt okay. It was odd, but at the same time he understood. Nobody would think he had killed them- most people wouldn't even put two and two together. He was fine.<br/>He turned to Knox.<br/>"So, we're going home now, right?" he asked. He wondered what Knox's place was like, but he couldn't ask out in public like this; people might wonder.