The blood line

Grusha's POV:

"So how long have you been working here?"

I asked while finishing my breakfast and circling the counter with the dish in my hands. He tried to take my dish from my hands when he saw me coming towards him.

"No, no, I will wash it."

I said insisting and he hesitantly backed away, giving me space. I watched him scribbling in his notebook while I washed my dish.

"Since Damien was a kid? For a long time."

I said in surprise as to how long he has been with Damien. He passed me a sweet smile as a response to my surprise. He looked like he could have kids in my age but for some reasons I doubt that.

"Where are the others?"

I asked remembering seeing a few other cooks in the kitchen when I went to the basement that day.

"They went home?"

I read it before he could finish. So now my doubt is a little bit clear. Now I know that either he doesn't have a family or he is not with his family anymore. He must have expected me to ask him why he didn't go home but I let it slide as I wipe