Pizza. The ultimate comfort food. Best eaten while crying in a bathtub.

Slowly closes the shower curtain to hide his shame.

It's just a coping method! Nothing to unpack.

But the pressure is so gentle he can pretend he's not even crying...

He slowly takes the other him's hand with the one that isn't occupied by a cheesy triangle.

Gee, thanks so much. He does most of his part, coming to a soaking wet stand. He was in the suit, like a fool. And now he was dripping all over the tile. Webs the pizza box to him.

"Sweatpants." He says the word in the most matter of fact way he possibly can. And begins to strip.

HEY.

Anyways he fell UP the stairs. Time to commit reset character.

Flexes.

Carpet the stairs. Damn.

Trying is taxing. Taxes SUCK.

Uh, no? Laughing nervously. Whatthefuck?

Can we eat in bed?

A bed is multi-functional. So jot that down.

Don't give it to the /ant-guy/. That's just cruel.

Alright, GOOD.

And... I'm not?