freezes mid-step, his eyes sweeping over the scene before him with the dawning horror of a man walking into a war zone

slumped over in his chair, fork trembling This is the best day of my life.

aggressively chewing, eyes shut I’m not crying. There’s just... something in my eye.

moan, full throat, shameless Mmm-MMM-MMM!

silent stare, then drags his gaze past them, past the spread, to the figure in the kitchen doorway