Because there were conversations about Guy feeding cats noodles because he’s a butt.
Takeout again. It was takeout every night because Kyle lacked the ability to function as an ordinary human being and cook actual food. He’d become so accustomed to chinese takeout that he refused to let Guy cook anything else. Let alone anything at all.
Kyle knocked Guy’s feet off the coffee table and placed the cartons of food in their place, “What did I say about putting your smelly ass feet on the table?”
“I believe it was somethin’ along the lines of ‘Guy your feet make me so hot. Promise to never tell Hal about my weird foot fetish’ i’m pretty sure that was it, right?”