pizzaburger

No, it's... *reaches for the dough again but doesn't start rolling* It's not about whose life is worse. It's about... *voice softens* Someone else gets it. That's rare.

I don't usually... *catches himself before saying 'let people get close'* Sorry. I'm not good at this. *stares at his flour-covered hands* The talking part.

*keeps rolling, slower now* Yeah. Every night. *pause* Used to be the only thing that helped me think. Now it's just... habit.

There's nothing to talk about. *avoids eye contact, scrubbing a spot on the counter harder than necessary*

I can stay and help clean if you like

*pauses* Sure. Whatever. *tosses a rag at him* Help me with the tables then.