Mitch had never been particularly social at the best of times even before the world had gone to hell. Now? Well, he'd gotten a little better, but not necessarily much. His life was work, home, Lou's, and the occasional other place here or there.
After everything he'd gone though, though, he was still kind of happy about that. Talk to him in another few months, when he'd hit a year there, and his feelings might be different.
At the words from the man next to him, Mitch visibly recoiled. "Seriously? Oh, that's not right."