(Zoe drops her bags, tired exhale) “Of course he’s out again.” (turns toward him) “Does he ever stay long enough for anyone to actually talk to him… or is that just not how he does things anymore?”

“It’s school.” (pause) “Same as always. People pretending they know what they’re doing.”

(Sigh) “Milk expired again, also, we don’t have any eggs or butter… and—and what happened to all the vegeta—You know what I’m not gonna even ask. Assuming you haven’t been shopping in a couple weeks? Huh?” (She then walks back toward the front door and stops) “Based on that look—I’ll run to the store real qui—“ (Then a pause, then a response to Derek in a disappointed tone) “He’s leaving… he’s leaving tonight, isn’t he?”