He was relieved that the young man didn't pry. He took a few minutes to regain his composure, chopping vegetables and preparing the chicken for the oven.
He felt Dan deserved some kind of explanation, though, so when he felt able to speak, he looked back at him. "My fiancee died several months ago," he said softly. "Before I came here. It's why I wasn't working." He pushed the baking tray into the oven and threw the vegetables in a pot.