David's at home, telling the fam over dinner (with normal utensils now) about his fight with Rico. Efficiently, we pick up on his version where we left off, as he says, "So then he came back inside, threw the keys at me, and left." The kids wonder what all this grown-up (?) drama means, and David looks like he regrets having brought it up. "It happens sometimes when people work together. Eat some salad." Yeah, Glark and I still laugh about that time he threw a server at me. Keith reasonably says that Rico kind of has a point, but David squirms and starts to get offended, whining about Keith not taking his side. Keith: "I'm taking your side by trying to help you get some perspective about this." David wails, "My brother's dead, Keith! I don't need any more fucking perspective! I just need to be loved!" The kids look at him in shock. Then David suddenly clasps his upturned hands in front of his tie in this weird gesture that looks like he's trying to pull out a letter opener that somebody jammed through his sternum. Without getting up, Keith sends the kids to their room, with an assist from David. Actually, David says, "Get out!" and keeps sitting there like somebody sewed his tie to his chair back. Keith tells David to relax. David says he's trying. "Try harder," Keith growls. Yeah, that always helps.