It's a night where Mick Rory's extremism is debatably soothed or fueled by pizza. 'When are we going to fuck?' had been a recent transmission between them, and while Hartley might have taken it in stride and given him a less than obviously engaging response...

Here he is.

Mick wants pepperoni and banana peppers on his side of the pizza. When it comes, he devours it in short order, in the sort of way that seems almost effortless. After almost an hour, five of the six pieces are gone and he's reaching for the last. What are they watching on the television?

It barely matters. He swallows the new piece in three bites flat.

"How's Echo?" Mick wonders, between his first and second bite of his final piece. Where's that horrible white rat that Hartley gave a damn about?