"I don't care about you or what risks you take. I was hella bored and figured you could use all the help at Tetris you could get because you're awful at it. And Rory likes you. So I thought, hey, maybe I can chat with you for like half an hour until my shift's up. Guess not."

His cheeks are a bit flushed and his excuses tumble on out. Kon's put his finger on it, and Howard doesn't want to admit or acknowledge that.

"Whatever. If you want to get all Doctor Freud on me, I'll just go talk to someone else, thanks. You're not turning the tables on me the way you think you are."

Not a dumb jock after all. Surprising. Howard passes the coffeemaker as he storms off, unplugging it and taking it with him.