There was almost a relief in hearing that Ava didn't really know what he was talking about as he was confessing to her. Anyone else might have been more aware of what he meant when he talked about his conditions and already been judging him for what they now knew about him, the deepest parts of himself that he kept locked up tight inside. "No, I didn't," he told her. "And I don't want you to tell anyone else." There was no reason to unless she just wanted to cause him pain. But Ava didn't strike him as the type that would.

With everything so neat and tidy, Dex was able to find everything he needed within seconds of looking for it. He probably had the cleanest kitchen to be found in several universes.

"I feel like I'm listening to a five-year-old make commentary on what they want to eat." He couldn't help but tease her just a little bit. But he'd still make her lunch regardless. "I'll make something new." He needed to keep busy after that unwanted confession he'd just given to her. He got out a whole heap of various supplies including bread, meat, and cheese before he started to put together some Dagwood sandwiches. He pointed a knife at her as he chopped up lettuce. "Also, you're going to have some vegetables on your sandwich and you'll like it. I'm not having you die of scurvy on my watch."