"No no, I got some, hold on." Howard searches under the bed and pulls out a large plastic box. Inside, it's stuffed with sugar and condiment packets, part of Howard's hoard. He holds out two packets to Cedric, then thinks better of it and switches to just offering him one. He uses the other for himself.

"I don't need the extra calories now," he says as puts the second sugar in Cedric's hand. It sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than Cedric. "We're safe here. As long as we never leave."

He sits back and covers his face for a moment. It's so exhausting, living like this.