Reo paused, and turned towards Darius, sighing heavily. He lightly presses his hand to the wall as he thinks for a long moment. Darius was confusing. The man could be nice, at least, cordial some moments and then, this the next. And with Reo's experience with things, people were not always straight on about what they were feeling. He sure as hell wasn't.
"I don't know. . . I just. . . like cooking. And we live together so, there are things that I do. I'm not going to make you do everything, that's not how a. . . partnership? works. Also, I express that I care for someone through acts of service. Be a jerk all you want, but," Reo shrugs, "I have a felling that's not the whole you. Just an outer shell you've made for youself to protect you from the harsh and cruel world."
He smiles and turns, "Anyways, I'm making steak tonight, so just text me if you want some. I'm running late." He leaves the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him.