Killian ended up staying over for lunch. Because he made it, and who was Brandon to say no to a perfectly good offer of having his food cooked for him?
"You have to tell me, why did you start cooking? You could have survived like every other guy on its and bits of food here and there. Ordering from outside and using the leftovers as another meal. Why did you go to the lengths of learning how to cook?"
"Because I was talking to everything perfectly." Killian supplied his answer. "Anything less than perfect was not accepted."
"I see." Brandon whispered, thinking about it.
He had a different set of parents from what Brandon had gathered. One that always wanted Killian to be perfect.
Brandon tried to dive in a bit. "So, do you have any siblings?"
"I do." He nodded, "I have a sister."
