"No, I... I used to travel a lot. Before." His voice becomes wistful for a moment. "I traveled all over the world. It was a really exciting life."

At Peter's insisting Flynn takes the container after all, picking up a plastic fork and poking the food some more. But there is something nice about eating in company so he eventually shoves a bite into his mouth. "I can eat, yeah. I don't have to? I don't get hungry so it's more of an indulging kind of thing. It still tastes good but you wouldn't believe how much less satisfactory that is when it doesn't also satiate you or give you energy."

Moving on to the more loaded question. Coming to think of it, this conversation progresses awfully quick into the personal territory. But strangely enough, Flynn doesn't mind; it feels good to finally be able to talk with someone about all this.

"I am. Well, unless someone cuts off my head or I decide to end my own life but I'm way too much of a coward for that."