There's a faint laugh as Morgan dries off one hand in order to switch his phone to the other ear. "Most people don't like it much when I'm out being social too often. It's not the norm. It worries them." Which is maybe a lie. Maybe. Because maybe the truth is that it just worries him.
Be honest with yourself, a voice over his shoulder says and Morgan cringes and nearly drops the phone into the sink. He manages to fumble it back to his ear instead, though, as he stares at where his more social counterpart perches atop a nearby table. People like it when you're social, Litz points out. Because people like me. There's a flash of wicked grin and Morgan presses his eyes shut tight. Until they find out that joining me for dinner usually means they're the main course.
There's nothing there when his eyes open again and he spins back to his work, hands shaking as he sets one brush aside and begins to clean another. "This," he states after a moment, "is probably also where I should note the fact that being friends with me and trying to live a long life are usually two very counterproductive activities."