[He snorts, amused by the question, or maybe the way she asks it, like it's almost a normal thing to ask given their circumstances. And maybe it is.]

Prob'ly shouldn't find out. Anyway, it's not like we're ever gonna need to run into him again. Better not.

[And best not to even waste time thinking about it, it's making his pizza less delicious. He does his best to shrug off the whole topic as he enjoys some long stretchy cheese that didn't quite want to separate from the slice, before the whole thing winds up in his mouth ultimately anyway.

Once he's finished, he has a long chug of his new! coke, decides it's pretty good after all, and then tosses the empty can in the direction of the trash and flops backward on the bed.]

Pizza was the best fuckin' idea.