Howard props his feet up on the table. They're two teenagers living alone in a house. No one's here to tell him not to. He folds his half of the pizza in two like a sandwich and starts to eat it as politely as he can manage (which still mostly involves shoving it in his mouth). Hawaiian pizza on his side, not because it's his favorite, but because he likes to pretend that his views on food aren't so warped that he's forgotten how to have favorites.

"So. How was your day?" He says around a mouthful of pizza. "I mean. Besides sitting around pining for me."