She reached out to touch him as he went, her fingers just brushing his arm before he was gone. Only when he was out of sight did she let her fury show at how something so simple had been turned into yet another blow to him. There was no point in doing something like calling the pizza place and reaming the guy, no matter how satisfying it would be. All she could really do was keep showing him that it didn't matter to her.

She took the plates and the pizza into the living room, setting up on the coffee table where she ate most of her meals, despite there being a perfectly good dining table. Sitting on the couch meant she could sit right up against him when he came back.