[She's-- their wife. Well, was. Now it's awkward with the two of them split up into separate entities.]

It's a little lonely, being-- a bit annoying. [Steven manages a small, brave smile, but it is a topic that brings him down a lot. He is a little nerdy. Isn't well liked by anybody. An easy target to bully. Doesn't always know what to say. He wants to make friends, but he doesn't have any redeeming qualities. Especially not compared to Marc. Marc is an Old Spice ad, everything you wish your man would be like and all that. On top of that he's overprotective of Steven.

Well, at least Steven doesn't have to worry about all of that anymore. There's a certain kind of freedom in death. No expectations for him to be... less of a loser.]

Wouldn't kill you to have a piece of cauliflower either. But I'll settle for you not drinking on an empty stomach. [Steven finishes his last samosa and glances up. He snickers and reaches over with a napkin wrapped around his finger, dabbing a bit of ketchup off the corner of Marc's mouth before folding the paper over and cleaning himself up.

Hey, that's practically kissing in another culture you know. Don't give him crap for his loneliness, Marc.]

Alright. Let's find a corner barstool you can leave me at while you go get something disgusting.