Lin Fey jumped, startled to hear a voice from around the corner. For a second, he shrunk into his clothes before breathing in deep. He could do this. He could pretend he didn't feel so out of place and wrong and bitter to be in this place. Forcing a smile onto his face, he turned toward the kitchen. By the time Jayce stepped toward him, he had his face calm again. "Yes, I'm fine. Of course," he murmured, knowing that the softness of his voice didn't match the conviction that he tried to portray. Of course he didn't feel fine. How could anyone? However, he knew well enough that he did it himself.

The smell of bacon carried heavily through the house, so, after a quick smile, he stepped toward the counter. Jayce had set the food there along with jugs of milk and juice. Once again, he was struck with how strange this was. Breakfast at home would never look like this and....he would eat with family. "Is this...?" he started, pausing before starting again. "Is this normal for breakfast though?"