Thankfully being a Friday night in New York, it took eternity for the pizza to come. Elliot may have passed the delivery guy in the lobby. TJ was just trying to shove the overlarge box into oven to keep it warm when the second knock came. Elliot, of course. TJ put the pizza on the counter instead and made his way to the door.

“Perfect timing,” he quipped in greeting. “Food just arrived. Come in. You wanna beer?”