"Yeah, okay," I say to him, shuffling through the menu's by the phone and settling on Chinese.

I make the call, watching Mike through the kitchen doorway until he disappears into the bedroom, my focus still half on him and the sound of him moving around in the bathroom while I rattle off the order.

After I hang up, I wander back toward the bedroom, but something keeps me hanging just outside the bathroom door. Some big fuckin' revelation or not, I still don't know how far I can push him before it's too much.