"No, it's just the truth. But unfortunately sometimes that's the best I can do." He felt bad telling Peter something like that, but it was the truth. Steve patted the kid's shoulder again, trying to offer at least a little more comfort before he went to the table. At least the guy had a basis back home for bad news to deal. That was something.

Steve chuckled and ruffled the kid's hair before heading for the stove, "I eat a lot too, don't worry. I always keep extra food around here. This whole suite eats like teenagers." He started the sandwiches, sliding each finished one onto a plate before grilling up the next, "I've been here a while, longer than a lot of people I suppose. If you have questions I don't mind trying to answer them, although I can't promise you'll like what I say."