Art grinned at the knock on the door, he know Cyn would let herself in so he kept cooking. He was happiest in the kitchen, that's where all the memories were. The memories about his family, and Jen. He smiled a little at the bittersweet feeling that he felt in his chest.<br/>He bit on his cheek as the a past moment played out in his mind. Him and Jen in the very same kitchen, cooking the same thing, chicken and broccoli with grill cheese. He watched as she would move and watched her lips as she spoke, loving the way she formed her words so he could read her lips and hear her voice. She would look over and blush, catching him looking at her as she talked. "Why do you always look at my lips when I speak? I thought you had a girl back home." She asked one day, looking confused.<br/>"I dont. I have a friend that left me to be popular but if she ever comes to me, I won't loss her again." He said, Looking at his pan of grill cheese. "I look at your lips because sometimes I can't hear correctly, and reading lips helps avoid confusion."<br/>He snapped out of the memory as Cyn jumped up on the counter. He smiled and without missing a beat, spun around, kissed her and went back to cooking. He looked back at her over his shoulder and grinned. "Because you are much to skinny. If I can wrap my arms around you and touch my own shoulders, you are much, much too skinny."<br/>He demonstrated but wrapping his arms around her and sure enough, he could touch his own shoulders. "See? This is why I'm always cooking for you." He looked into her eyes and kissed her, closing his eyes and holding her tight to himself.<br/>After a minute, he pulled away and went back to cooking.<br/>For some reason, his mood had switched again, he was brooding and still. He finished the chicken dish and the grill cheese for himself. Handing her the plate with the chicken and a fork, he took his plate to the other room. "I'm sorry. Don't think you did anything, you didn't. I just get like this. I have to go feed my ducks." He excused himself, kicked his shoes off and headed to the back door. "Make yourself at home. Everyone else does." He shouted over his shoulder as he closed the door behind himself.<br/>He slid down the door and sat there, on the verge of tears. Safe and sound by Taylor Swift played from his neighbors room and she sang along with it.<br/>More memories tried to converge on him but he blocked all emotions and all the memories from coming. He blocked out everything except the sound of his ducks greeting him with honks and the rasping kreep if his mallard ducks. The sounds they made as they came closer to him soothed hims nerves. Today had been a day to end all days. He had a stressful day, his ducks always calmed him down and made him think of something other than himself. "Come on, guys. Lets get you some food." He muttered, wading through his twenty or so ducks to get to the grain shed. He checked the hutch on his way by and stuck three fresh duck eggs in his pocket.