"No," he says, shaking his head emphatically, as though the emphatic tone of voice isn't enough to articulate just how much he's not going to try going back to work. "They know I'll be there for the meeting. Haven't missed one yet. Truthfully, I think they just want me out of this closet. I don't think they care where I go. And I doubt any of them are working right now, anyway. It's, what, almost five by now? They're probably all having a drink."

A drink at the office, he means, not going out anywhere to have a drink, but he probably doesn't need to say that, because he's already told Ned about just how much people get up to around here. It's not that he disapproves of it, exactly, it's just that it's never quite appealed to him.

"We can go tell them I'm leaving. You don't have to come with me to tell them, if you think it'll be awkward. I don't mind if you want to, though."

With that, he finally disentangles himself from Ned and stands up, opening the supply closet door and squinting into the light of the hallway.