Leo hadn't realized Cassy had come out, so her words startle him. Giving a little jolt, he turns around quickly, sending droplets of paint onto the sidewalk. "Huh? Oh. Yeah... yeah, everything's fine." He turns back to the window, trying to continue painting, but it just doesn't work. Finally he looks back at Cassy and sighs, giving up. He tosses the paintbrush into the half-empty can and leans back against the dry wall, folding his arms. "No, it's not. That was Eli... Ryan's brother. And I'm being selfish, grouchy, hypocritical and bitter."
Looking out to the street, he avoids Cassy's eyes. "I don't understand why I can't just let things go, ya know? I'm holding a grudge and it doesn't even feel good. I think I can forget, then it crops up again."
His eyes trail down to the sidewalk at his feet and he kicks at a pebble. He was sure Cassy really didn't need to hear all this. A simple "yes" or "no" would have been fine.
Chance shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm not a big breakfast person and really I'll eat any of this stuff. So it doesn't matter much to me."
Finally picking out some light breakfast foods, it's on to the next aisle. Soon they've gone from one end to the other and their shopping cart was full, but not overflowing. They'd chosen all the essentials and only a few extras, knowing they'd be back.
Once through the line and all loaded in the car, Chance lets the motor run before pulling out. "Alright, so after all that food shopping, I'm starving. We can grab a bite somewhere, or go back and make our own lunch. Your pick."
Alec follows along with Ryan, more than happy to be eating lunch with her. It doesn't take long for them to get their food and get settled on a picnic table that overlooked the little beach on the lake.
Digging into his food, Alec is quiet for a while, enjoying his hotdog and onion rings. Playing with an onion ring, he closes one eye and looks through it at Ryan, framing her in the fried circle. "So... how's Leo been lately? Haven't seen him around much at the shop when I've shown up."
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