Elijah nodded to him, listening closely. "Then, I would like to try the risotto as well." He was sure if Zechariah liked it, he would too. He trusted in his taste and that he wouldn't steer him wrong, though he certainly knew the other left him wanting and confused.

"Oh?" He brightened up a little. "That's such a kind thing to do." His smile faltered and he immediately looked away. He wanted to rub the back of his neck or rub his hands together, but he struggled to not fidget and look calm and like good company to his friend. "Ah.. none. I was an only child and my parents died when I was eight. So.. I moved in with my grandparents and they died a few years back. So... it is only me. " He gave a weak laugh still unable to look at him. "I always wanted a family, but.. life is funny this way."

He finally looked to the other when the conversation went to the strangely more comfortable topic of Lory. "I don't know. I am hoping if I do nothing, she'll move on. It wasn't like we had enough contact for this to be more. I want it all to just stop and I'm afraid if I give it attention it will get worse."