"We're not fucking, if that's what you mean," Avery replied, spooning out instant coffee into the pot. "We get on. He tolerates me leaving my dishes in the sink. It works out." They were good enough friends to be able to live together, but not too close that they worried about hurting each other's feelings over house matters. "How about you? Feeling any better?" He was somewhat sympathetic to Henry's breakup of course. It was a shit thing to have to go through.