looks like an awfully lonely sunday.

whoa— slow down there partner.

no can do. care about ya’ too much. where’s ‘yer boy?

uh huh. and what type of ‘company’ are you having, exactly—?

you’re not hooking up with some random stranger because you’re in a mood, case. not letting you. even if that means sortin’ ya out myself.

listen, man. I’m not letting some stranger take advantage of you when you’re in this state. ‘least I’d look after you.

well—

guess it’s a night for your hand then. ‘cause I’m not letting you bring a stranger over.

you kiddin’? I’m sure it stinks worse than yours. I’ll pass.

sure it don’t.

it’s been a while, huh?

uh, just craving a milkshake. didn’t realise you’d be here—.

well . . . yeah. I know that. but I figured you’ve got people working for you and stuff. . . . also the only place to get a half decent milkshake without driving over an hour.