TJ closed and locked the door behind him, following along in Elliot’s footsteps. “I may or may not be dying to try this,” he admitted without bothering to hide his eagerness. Whether it was for the pizza or Elliot’s company, it wasn’t clear (though probably more of the latter than the former).

It’s not a huge apartment, so it doesn’t take much for TJ to surpass Elliot, making his way to the fridge to get out a couple of beers. “Plates are in the cupboard,” he stated with a vague nod toward one of very few cupboards. “There’s a story behind this pizza, right?”