Okay, so he doesn't want to talk. That's fine. He's got better things than talking, anyway, he thinks with a grin.

"You know it." He steps through the room, sweeping his arms to show off the size of his bedroom — it's big enough for a small couch and entertainment center. "How does pizza and video games sound? We could go to that fancy pizzeria that claims to be authentic, order everything on the menu, and tell me whether they're actually authentic or not."

After all, nothing clears the mind of angst like kvetching about the smaller details.