[It's not Mike yelling that shocks Dustin, no, it's the emotion behind his voice and the weight that carries it across in the space between them. Empathy has it all hitting him hard enough in the chest, and he's sure it would knock him back if a feeling could even do such a thing.

He knows better, but maybe asking questions isn't the best thing with some old marm doing her laundry and the atmosphere not being a good fit for any real heart to heart. When his eyes find Mike's, they're apologetic.]

I know you're not, but - you don't have to explain yourself. Not right now anyway. I'll want the answers after your shift, okay? For now, I'm gonna try and focus on the silver linings - I've got my best friend here and a piping hot pizza. On a scale of one to screw your customer, can I just buy them a pie and we'll share this one camp out style? Take a load off.