The day was coming to an end, the sky was dimming and Ryan was sinking in self pitty while making a quick meal in the kitchen while you watched the game. Just like any other day, it was boring, the only thing that wasn't in any other case was the occasional fights you two had, making the atmosphere infest with tension.. Ryan hated these days... He was occupied by rummaging through the refrigerator when he stopped to glance up at you entering the kitchen "Hey.. do you want shreaded beef or chicken?.." He asked, turning his attention back to the fridge