"I like oomph," Joey said with a nod. He moved to sit on his sofa with a little sigh. Patrick went to sit across from him and he placed the food on the coffee table.
"Hungry?" he asked, pulling the plastic bag down so the boxes could be easily reached.
Joey let out a breath and then he shook his head once. "Maybe after."
Patrick clearly wanted to argue, but he held his tongue. Joey had just let him back into his life, he was hardly going to tell him what to do and get tossed out again. "Alright. How are you feeling today?"
Joey chewed on his lip for a second and he said, "can we...not do the small talk thing? I feel shit. But if I'm honest, I'm really glad you're here. Both of you."