Hey. What are you doing?
Uh...I was, uh, looking for my phone,
and, uh...I know this is gonna sound stupid, but I couldn't go in there.
Oh, god. I don't mean to sound insensitive,
But is this dead guy angst?
'Cause I am really pooped right now.
It's just, every time I go into that room,I think about that night.
Well, here's an idea. Don't go in that room.
Look, there's the kitchen. No one died in there.
You know what? We're both stressed.
I'll pour us a couple of drinks.
No, thanks. I've been hitting that stuff pretty hard lately.
I don't want it to become a thing.