As the next few episodes of The Office came to their close, Henry began to wake up. He held on to his head, groggy eyes peeling themselves open to survey their surroundings. He was lain on the couch, a blanket covering his body.

He sat up, yawning. "Ruth?" He called out, but only silence filled the air. He figured Rutherford might have gone to his section of their apartment, and slowly started to get up.

He sighed, realizing he was covered in what appeared to be Dorito crumbs. Why Doritos? He never really enjoyed those things as much as Ruth did but he put up with it, seeing as Ruth was usually the one to do the grocery shopping. Henry wiped away the crumbs; he'd vacuum them up later when he wasn't exhausted from his nap; and walked over to the mini fridge, quietly digging through as he took out two wine coolers. Jamaican Me Happy was his usual favorite, as he enjoyed the tangy taste of the hard pink lemonade. Calypso Colada was Ruth's favorite, which he never truly understood. Rutherford didn't seem like the type of person to enjoy the mix of coconut and pineapple, but whatever made his friend happy.

He cracked open his Jamaican Me Happy and took a small swig from the glass bottle. "Ruth, are you here?" He called out again, as he started to become worried.

The door to Rutherford's room was squeaked open and then shut once again. His lanky figure emerged, stretching before reaching down his back and scratching absentmindedly. "Yeah dude?" Ruth spoke, an audible yawn echoing throughout the apartment.

"Oh, there you are! I was getting worried. I called for you before but-"

"Yeah, I know, I was asleep. I moved to my room and let you have the couch. You looked too comfy to be moved."

"Ah," Henry nodded, tossing the unopened wine cooler on to the couch. "Well that's yours, dude. Have at it; I already opened mine up, I couldn't wait."

Rutherford gave a soft chuckle, sitting back down on the couch. He picked up the wine cooler, opening it up, and taking a long sip from it. "God I love these things," he sighed in relief, patting the cushion next to him.

Henry once again sat down on the couch, wrapping his arm around Rutherford's neck. He didn't know why but in that moment Rutherford seemed so vulnerable. It was as if Henry could just lean over to him, gently caress the back of his neck and...

Henry blinked and shook his head. "So uh, more Doritos or do you want to get actual food?"

Rutherford took a long look at Henry. It was as if Henry had just gifted him with the holy grail, his mouth beginning to water with the thought of liver. "Are you kidding? I haven't eaten anything since this morning!"

Henry couldn't help but laugh at his comment. Leave it to Ruth to over-exaggerate something or turn an awkward, yet kind of comforting, situation into a hilarious joke.

"I feel like we could make something from the contents of the fridge, or we could go out for a bite." Henry contemplated, his mind already beginning to wander to the fridge, where his heart was set on making some beef and broccoli stew.

Rutherford was also in his own thoughts. He didn't care much for the foods that Henry would make. He was much more interested in the foods he could get outside of their apartment. There were so many options.

"How about we go out to eat?" Rutherford finally suggested, his stomach grumbling.

Henry nodded, seeming disappointed. He really wanted that stew but he supposed restaurants cook it better anyway.

"Alright then. Grab some cash, and let's head out."