Cal closes the refrigerator door and leaves the kitchen.

He goes to stand out back to smoke, as he always does; it just seems like the right place to do it. More discreet than standing out front. Usually he stands a few feet away from the building, leaving space for the door to open. Today, he closes the door and then slumps back against it with a long sigh as he pulls out his cigarettes.

"This day sucked, Jarvis," he mutters. He has no idea if Jarvis can answer when he's outside, but that's not the point. "Let me know when Tony invents a time machine, because I want a do-over."