Oh god, did he want? Kaden wasn't sure about any direction he saw his future heading in. Everything he used to want was burned to the ground. Everything he used to have. Kaden grunted in response, and with a lost frown, dug out a spikey looking fry and pushed it through the bun of his burger.
Please talk to me, dammit! Marcie had pleaded with him back there, and Kaden shrunk a little more into his seat because he still didn't know what to say. But she'd asked him. Sort of. You're not telling me what you need! Well, he didn't know what he needed!
"I don't know what I want," he admitted eventually, not looking at her, looking at the burger bun he was turning into a hedgehog with his fries. There was a distress in his voice though; he wasn't being stubborn and difficult, not on purpose. He didn't know what he wanted.