Tyler and Jack sat at the creaky kitchen table at either ends of it. Jack poked at the bland food, it had been the first time Tyler had cooked anything in a while that wasn’t oatmeal, but he just couldn’t bring himself to eat it. It was just some steak and rice. “You going to eat it or just play with it like a child?” Tyler glared. The air was unnecessarily tense with annoyance. I wanted to scream, curse him out for whatever reason, but i don’t. Why don’t I? I took a bite of my food.