Iòs remained rather impassive whilst he was cooking, holding back answers not because he was ignoring the questions, but simply because he couldn't hear them. He didn't get so involved that he could only focus on one thing like that often, and so by the time he was done cooking and had turned his head up to look around the kitchen, he displayed a rather comedic expression when he saw it was only him and Evande again. Two. Two of us. I just cooked eight eggs and there's only two of us... He let out an audible sigh as he turned his gaze down to four plates, each with two eggs and a piece of toast.
He shrugged before picking up one of the plates and walking it over to Evande, nodding his head towards the bag of chips she held. "That counts as an early breakfast. If you can eat that, you can eat this, because if I just made all of my eggs for people other than myself and they go to waste, I'll be just a tad bit upset." He followed up the words with a weak smile, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards. He moved to place the plate on the nearest surface and then used his now free hand to knock on the same surface. His gaze turned back to Evande before remnants of his nightmare flashed through his head and he dawned a frown.
"Hey, uh. Have you been experiencing any recurring nightmares lately? I've been having the same one ever since I moved in here, but I think it's just moving jitters. It's strange, but it's just a bunch of images. It's not even scary, just... sad. And familiar, I think that's why it unnerves me." The words were directed at Evande, but his gaze was directed at the floor. His words were shaky at first due to nervousness and he now did even want to hear the answer. What good would it do him? It would just give him another person with nightmares, it wouldn't solve his problems.
So instead of waiting for an answer, he held up his hand to motion towards the three remaining plates. "Make sure everybody else gets those, I have to get ready for work..." And with that announced, he rushed out of the room awkwardly and immediately went downstairs. The first thing he did was hop in the shower, hoping the constant stream would not only wash him, but wash away his worries. It, of course, didn't work, so he ended up standing in the shower for what seemed like way too long for a normal shower. He got dressed next, hands shaking as he buttoned up his shirt and did his tie. By this point, the time was nearing around six in the morning, and he had to be to the school by six-thirty.
This came as sort of a relief to Iòs, and he hurriedly tied his shoes and went upstairs, his gaze turned downwards as he headed for the door. With a breath, he opened the door and stepped out, closing it quietly behind him. Well, work. At least you'll take my mind off things for a while.