"I've always been terrible at it." That was a lie. Before his parents had died, he'd actually been pretty good at it. Mental hospitals tended to ruin your social skills for good. "Some food sounds amazing actually."
“That doesn’t mean you always will be terrible.” Maybe he just needed some practice and good conversation could help, which was exactly what a nice dinner conversation could hold. “Come on then,” Jason smiled, waving his hand for the other boy to come oer. “Maybe we can pass off as siblings so you can sit at my table and we can continue to talk.”