It's his day off. He just wants to sleep and roll around the apartment in his t-shirt and underwear until Jo gets home. He's got the TV on, playing some mindless daytime shit while he tinkers around the place.

There's a sharp knock at the door and he stops, whipping around to stare at the source for a long second before scrambling to find his pants.

Jogging bottoms will have to do.

And so he answers the door thinking maybe it was something important and stops, shoulders dropping.

Oh.

"Yeah?"

He doesn't mean to be incredibly hostile but Meg seems to have made it her mission to fuck with him.