It's Mike's night to do the dishes. He stands in front of the sink and the empty sauce pot and looks ready to cry forever, or get drunk and smash something. Maybe both. Briggs offers to help, but Mike replies that he'd rather be alone. Briggs gently points out that Charlie made an exception to Francesca's thousand-year-old no-leftovers rule and saved a plate for Mike. He offers it to Briggs, saying his appetite is shot. "It's just sauce," Briggs replies as Mike stifles a sob and starts scrubbing the big pot.
Next time: Briggs and Charlie get it on, maybe? I hope so. This show needs more sexy.