Chris didn't make the association. Frankly, if he let absolutely everything he read affect his life, he'd be even more of a hermit then he actually was. He munched away, oblivious. "Everywhere I've been in the US, there's been at least one of those. I swear. These aren't too bad at all. I maintain you get the best ones in this place in San Fransisco, I used to go to. You could watch them make them, if you paid to sit in the back."
He nodded, getting that completely. Time often didn't seem to move at the same speed everyone else did. He'd had people comment on how he'd lock himself away for days at a time, yet it'd only felt like a couple to him. He couldn't remember sleeping when in a truly distracted binge. "You seemed to have had a good move then," he said. That was a comment he'd gotten a lot from family members. Especially those checking in on him after they'd shoved him off on someone else. "Where were you before you came here?"
He gave a one shouldered shrug, reaching for another egg roll. "Yeah, it's good. I really needed a break-" From the press. His wife's family. "From things. It's nice and quiet here, which is good. And I've never lived in Boston before. Or New England actually, minus a summer in Maine once..."