Nearly anyone, good or bad, could ask Rylee that question and still receive a grin from the blond. And grin he did. Rylee was lucky to be doing what he loved; while the Marines had a certain level of excitement that he certainly did not find at the museum, he loved history most and was happy to work with it every day.
"I'm a junior curator at the Los Angeles Museum of Natural History. I also do some volunteer work with Costa Mesa Historical Society." Rylee smiled at Elias and gripped his mail with both hands. "I'm coming fromt he Museum though. I had the rest of the weekend off but I worked today."
Thus far, this meeting was going much better than it had the first time the two had met. Rylee was happy with life and had, quite possibly, everything he wanted. Charlie was his, he was happy with where he lived, his mother was happy with Rylee's life and therefore not giving unwanted suggestions; really, Rylee couldn't ask for more. He was able to face Elias with more confidence and less fear. Of course he still felt a little nervous, but it seemed that since Rylee moved into the apartment he had really made progress in controlling his fears.
"It's nice that your family is nearby and you can see them," Rylee tacked on and shifted his weight on his feet. No, he still wasn't entirely comfortable around Elias, but at the very least he felt comfortable enough to meet the man's gaze. There was just something about him that was unnerving.