[Why are shoelaces an impossible task when he's in a rush? Fuck shoelaces, seriously, he gives up on undoing them and just shoves his socked feet (they are not matching socks, one is whiter than the other) in, giving Abigail a Seriously? face in exchange.]

Wouldn't you rather he come to the shop instead of our home? I'm not going to invite him to stop by, for God's sake, I just don't want him...seeing something in the house and finding us that way. You know he's smart enough to do it.