Houston lay at his feet on the bed, looking forlornly at the door.
"I know, I know," Murdock told him. "But you know I'm behind on my stock 'cause of Stockwell's mission. I gotta get this done or Number 1's gonna have my head."
Houston turned his head and gave him a pathetic look.
"Awww, don't be like that, boy. I'll make it up to ya, promise," he reached down and patted the dog's head. "'Sides, there's pizza on the way, and what's better than pizza and an Outer Zones marathon?"
"'Cept maybe a phone call or something would be nice," he glanced briefly at the laptop he'd kept from Fandom, then went back to inspecting his underwear.
(open for calls, email, etc)