Okay, so putting the foil in the microwave is slightly concerning but... holy shit a burrito. He hasn't had an honest to God burrito in years. He's watching it spin in the microwave like he's witnessing the Holy Grail right before his eyes. And, for some reason, this is the thing that's finally making him emotional.

"You know..." he says, sounding stupidly like he's on the edge of tearing up. "You got a really good thing going here. Really. You don't know what a safe haven like this means to someone like me. You and Old Wayne and everyone are pretty cool. Makes me wish I never had to leave." He' just so tired of the stress, of running, fearing for his life. It's going to come back for him eventually but... hell. He hopes not before he gets a snack and maybe a nap. A really nice long care-free nap.