Pike smiled gratefully, held up a hand and lightly shook his head when Andrea offered him the dip. It was a simple 'no, but thank you' gesture. He hadn't tried to take any of the food, actually. He was intending on leaving it for Faith and Andrea to eat, or to use as leftovers if they didn't finish it all.
Of course, when a candy bar was practically thrown at him, who was he to deny it? He caught the flying Butterfingers bar effortlessly. He grinned a little, almost impishly, but said nothing, though his hand did, very briefly, brush against Faith's lower leg in an affectionate gesture. Then he just settled in and turned to the movie, peeling the upper half of the candy wrapper like a banana. He held the candy by the undamaged bottom half of the wrapped and took a bite.
He wasn't actually watching the movie. He was actually paying very sharp attention to Faith and Andrea. Sure, he might not have been saying all that much, but he was listening to every word. Why?
He loved Faith. Andrea, despite being mad at him, was a friend. Pike hadn't thought he'd ever have either, not after ditching Buffy in Vegas. He'd pretty much expected to die messy, probably in some nasty baddie's haven, with no one to feel even a tiny little bit bad about his passing. Over the long, lonely years he'd convinced himself he was okay with that, but now that he had these things? His delusions had fallen away. He hadn't been okay with it, he'd been resigned to it, and there was a definite difference. Now he had these things, a maybe-girlfriend and friends...and God help anyone that tried to take them from him, because nothing else on any world would be enough to stop him.
He took another bite of his candy bar, a happy little smile on his face.