[b][i][u]Crash[/b][/i][/u] 

Crash listened to Zivon curiously. [i]Just his dad?[/i] Crash didn’t voice his question, he knew parents could be a tricky subject to talk about...especially if they were out of the picture. He watched Zivon placing strawberries onto the cake, his stomach deciding to enter the conversation. He wasn’t sure what to say to Zivon’s response, he didn’t want to pass judgement on Zivon’s father for letting his son do all the work at home it wasn’t his place to. “How come?” He asked lifting a hand to the back of his neck awkwardly, he waited a while for Zivon to reply but he felt Zivon was a little uncomfortable talking about his home so he decided to offer another question as an escape from the first should Zivon want to. “It’s nice in here, have you got a roommate?” He asked moving over towards the balcony area so he could look out of the patio doors, he liked watching sunsets...not that he was about to openly admit that was why he had moved over here, waiting for Zivon’s reply. [i]Orange, yellow, pink...there...just that smidgen of red on the horizon[/i] A grin spread across his face as he glanced back at Zivon briefly, his eyes jumping to the door as he heard two knocks. “Want me to get it?” He asked.