"Mmm."

Kenneth nodded, his movements deft as he plated the sizzling dish onto the table.

Seeing the feast before him, Lane couldn't help but be impressed, "Man, you've got skills that could put professional chefs to shame! Had I not asked earlier, I'd have thought you were slinging hash in some diner." It's not that he was inexperienced or anything; it's just been ages since he had the pleasure of enjoying such freshly made, home-cooked meals!

"Used to the cuisine overseas, I had to fend for myself in the kitchen."

"You worked abroad?" Lane's interest piqued.

Kenneth merely nodded.

But that was all he offered, maintaining his usual stoic demeanor.

Lane studied him for a moment before speaking up, "You know, I get the feeling... you're not much for talking because you fear saying too much might lead to mistakes?"

arrived, Lane had tried to learn more about him, whether through indirect questioning or direct inquiries. Yet, after all

that Kenneth's limp was the result

this.

this out

immediately, he witnessed

"Just a leg?"

you did! I nearly lost my life, faced the possibility of amputation!" Kenneth clenched his fists, almost grinding his teeth as

blinked, smacking his

"Sounds pretty rough."

felt that Kenneth's grudge against Everett over

story laid bare,

of collapse, Everett offered help that felt more like

securing funds and a chance to start over,

pride

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