“I’ve seen better looking people on milk cartons.”

“Excuse me? _Missing_ people? That’s disrespectful.”

“To you and to them, huh?”

“To them more than to me. Why would you even say that?”

“You just look ragged right now. Like you’ve been missing yourself.”

“Well, I haven’t. I’ve been here the whole time. Right here with you, day out and day in, in this apartment.”

“And you look the worse for it. Like those faces on the milk cartons.”

“Stop. You said it already, you don’t have to keep pushing it. I get it. I look bad.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Yours.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mine, I guess. Staying in isn’t doing any wonders for my health or my looks.”

“Well, it’s not my fault nobody has come looking for you.”