The next thing one could hear from the other room "yeah... I wanna order a pizza."  Finances were tight.  He didn't have that money unless he took it from one of the budgets.  Or from Kirsten.  There was anger and coldness in his voice, a steal that would not melt.    He looked down and saw blood on his white, long-sleeve t-shirt and while ordering the food he pauses "DAMN!" That was followed by another long string of curses.  "No.. no, not you..... yes, I still want that pizza.  The address is...."