I don't know, man. I hate small talk and awkward silences, so I guess I'd rather we didn't do that if we ever meet buying groceries or whatever.

[Being dead again would be easier than this - ] Just eat the pizza man. It's the good shit.

[Beer isn't enough: he needs to be so high he's unconscious.

He breathes out, runs a hand through his curls and sighs, leaning forward to open the box. He grabs a slice, takes the first bite because sure, if he were Steve maybe he'd suspect he'd fucked with it. Maybe. ]