"Welcome," I shrug, heading into the kitchen to grab a Coke, and then, after a moment of consideration, grabbing one for me, too.

It's not gonna hurt me not to have a beer tonight.

When I come back into the bedroom, I've lost my sweats somewhere along the way, and I hand him a can and sprawl out on the bed on the bed beside him, naked, head propped against the headboard and reaching for one of the food containers.