“Please eat everything. She fries six times a week.” He chuckled a bit, pulling his phone out so he could show his companion the spread of food that his mother had tried to force feed him for dinner the previous evening. “If you move in and eat all of her food then I’ll be eternally grateful to you.” After he’d shown his friend the picture he slid his phone back into his pocket and leaned the seat back slightly. “Hopefully that would make her control her stress levels. Give her something to think about other than the person I’m seeing and then my issues.”
—— His head turned and eyes scanned the collection of food lit on the phone screen. With an impish smile, he looked back onto the road, hands fumbling to make another turn. "Well, that doesn't sound too bad--for me at least," he said, leaving the rest of his words to wither away in his throat. Moon left a lot unmentioned, a typical habit; his thoughts were drawn to the positive where, with ease, they collected, building up a blindness to negative matters. "Why does she have a problem with who you're seeing?"
