"I do know places that indeed sell fried chicken. Good fried chicken," he aid with a grin. "Admittedly they aren't in the areas I usually hang out in but I'll go."
"Hey, be thankful I can do that much!" he teased. "Cooking was never really a priority in our house. I'm pretty sure my mom can't cook either."
"My friends wouldn't..." He paused. Would they look for him for longer than a few months? Chuck would but for how long... A year? Would they give him up for dead? "That can't happen. The feds are going to think it's my dad again, he'll go back inside and-" He resisted the urge to smack a wall in frustration. Nate had never been in a situation where he couldn't get his own way, albeit with money or his name. "I just hadn't thought about it as a long-term thing."