"It was.. very strange," Tony began a little vaguely. "We had a limited stock of food that was replenished at these train platform stops that we'd come to about every couple weeks. However, each month we had a 'food of the month'. It was one item that the whole month we had to cook with. We were given a set of recipes and the ingredients to make those certain recipes along with a bit of staples."

He chuckled. "Trust me, after the third week of eating onions, you get very sick of them. Though, at least it isn't actually falling on our heads like the chocolate outside."

There was an ache in his heart to hear about Regis being separated from his little boy. It was far to similar to his own situation. "That's a really fun age. They're still discovering everything and they haven't developed much shame or verbal filters." They were genuine.

Tony just set down the bottle of soda on the coffee table when his attention is directed to the band. He reached out and took hold of Regis' hand to look closer at it. And.. stared for a long moment, barely able to breathe. He finally recalled where he was and let go. "S- sorry.. It's.. sorry. It's a beautiful ring." He tried to smile. "And of course it's black."