Her rejection doesn't faze him, as much because he doesn't mind if she says no as because it's almost endearing to see her so concerned about his feelings. He takes another bite of curry, swallowing. "You have anything to drink?"

Without waiting, he gets up and moves over to the refrigerator, looking for water or milk or something. Again, helping himself. He knows there are limits to this kind of forced amiability and Kyle's mostly hoping that he manages to straddle the line without crossing over it. "You want one?"

A beat, then he gets around to answering her. "Why can't you live in two places? Is it the commute?"