Pike didn't really have anybody like that. These last few years, he hadn't really had much of anyone, not even casual acquaintances. Before LA and it's forced trip to a hell dimension, he'd at least had colleagues, not quite friends but people he could occasionally hang out with. He'd had drinking buddies, which in Pike's life translated to people he could count on to drag him back to his apartment. After hell, he'd been so paranoid about every single person he met potentially being a servant of the resurrected Lord of Compton that he just hadn't bothered with even casual stuff. It wasn't uncommon for him to show up in a town, handle whatever supernatural problem drew him there, and move on without ever really speaking to anyone. So while he did feel sort of alone here, despite Dawn's presence, it was nothing new for him. Didn't mean he liked it, but it was easier to deal with loneliness when it was all you'd known for years.
He snagged the pasta, scooped a good-sized serving onto a plate, tested it a little, and decided it hadn't really been chilled enough to require any reheating. He covered the rest back up and put it back in the 'fridge, fished a fork out of the appropriate drawer and plopped down in a seat at the table. Like Bella, he figured it would be rude to leave in the middle of a conversation, especially when she'd just given him some of her food. "Little while. First couple days, I slept on the ground, or in a tree." He didn't really sound at all embarrassed or even frustrated by this. Clearly he didn't consider those to be the worst places he'd ever slept. "You?" It was also clear that no one would ever accuse him of an overabundance of words.