Hex made himself right at home in the kitchen, peeking in the cupboards to see what supplies there were, what meager food. He thought he had a real chance here and he needed to sieze it. If he was going to really work at being a better man he needed to start with himself. Working on what was good in him. He couldn't live in a hole of doubt and self pity. If he could be a better man, if he could be the sort of man Danny could be with and respect and love...that was a start.

"Food!" he called when he had the scramble done and the toast buttered.