Her response didn't phase him much, seeing as he'd learned to block out the bitterness a long time ago, expecting nothing from her at the moment but.. not neccessarily wanting it to stay that way. He'd heard bits and pieces of what might have happened.. Rebecca's depression that was becomming obvious to their mother, and overall unhappiness due to her sad disposition, although he was sure she did well to hide such things as she was a strong girl. She was his sister, after all, and he knew she was a tough one at that, and figured this is why she was being so cold to him. He didn't know specifics, only that something was bugging her, and had been bugging her, but why did she have to be so hateful towards him?<br/><br/>Taking a seat he began to dig in, eating slowly and casting glances up towards Rebecca when he could, simply to see how she was reacting to him. He had a little bit of everything, as was polite, and made smalltalk with their mother throughout the meal until it began to reach that time when she would have to leave the two of them alone, to duke it out however they were going to. A swig of his water and a sigh.<br/><br/>*Man I wish I had a cigarette* He thought to himself, drumming his fingers idly on the tabletop, and that's when he remembered he had a pack in his car.. thank god. His nerves were a bit shot and that would help to calm him.