Ryan found that there actually was decent food around. Picking what looked like chicken and potatoes, he took his time walking back to his seat. The food smelled good too. Ryan smiled a bit, something he hadn't done all day. Sure, he didn't want to talk to anyone, but that was because he was content with being alone. He was now away from his family, who shunned him for inheriting the powers grandfather had.
It's not like it was his fault he killed their puppy in his sleep from attacking him mentally. It just got... out of hand. He couldn't remember what happened anymore very well anyways. He had only been 10.
When he got back to his table, Nick was still there. Ryan sat across from him and began eating, deciding not to question why the older man was still here.