That was fine with him. He led the way back to the hallway where he'd found her, taking a few bites out of his gyro along the way. It wasn't exactly a secluded spot, but it was away enough from the crowd for him to feel comfortable there.

The sudden continuation of conversation after a period of silence didn't bother him. The silence didn't feel awkward, and the question didn't feel like an uncomfortable attempt to break it. "Nah, not my parents," he answered. "They're both ranchers."