"T'eat." Really, Ky. Was the presence of a plate of food that bewildering to the kid? Not that Sol thought that was actually the source of his confusion, but it was the easiest of the answers that he could give.

Plus, maybe eating would satisfy whatever need Ky had felt to come over into Sol's space. Sol certainly didn't want to hear about Ky's scheduling of his life into narrow little boxes, and he didn't need to. Not when he could just look at the kid to see that he could use to beef up a little. Particularly if he wanted to be able to run himself as hard as he did.

Sol took a deep gulp of his beer, trying to take advantage of the situation before Ky found something else to say.