Charlie rolled his eyes and shoved Don's shoulder slightly, laughing. "You, Don," he said, "are not that patient. You've been here ten minutes tops." He didn't really want Don to let go. To be honest, he'd missed his brother a lot more than he'd anticipated. He was just so used to having Don around. "I'm glad you're here! Always good to have a fresh perspective on a case." But after they ate, no dragging Don into work yet.
"So," he said, sitting down on the desk and opening the box, taking out a piece of pizza and starting to eat it, gesturing for Don to do the same, "how is dad? Oh! And Larry, of course! And your team! How is everyone?" He paused, looking down as he took another bite of pizza before continuing. He really was hungry. "And how is Amita?"