"Mars? Yo, Mars?" David's not used to waking up alone. Sure, Jane's making a last visit to her folks before airline regs won't let her fly anymore, but even when she's gone, Mars is always there. Always there with his big, heavy head on David's chest and his hideous dog breath in David's face. Not today.

"Mars?" David calls again, shambling out of bed like the pre-coffee zombie that he is. "If you peed on the floor, we're going to have word. Loud four-letter ones."

He finds Mars in the kitchen, staring up at the coffeemaker. David switches it on, and Mars gives him a look that could only be characterized as irritation. "You don't get coffee. Let's go out."

David slips on the plaid robe he left hanging over the couch last night and walks to the door. Mars stays right behind him. "Well," David says. "You know what to do. Sit."

Mars sits. David opens the door and Mars disappears around the corner of the house. "Oh, now he's modest," David grumbles, then picks the paper up off the driveway.

Inside, Mars is still acting a little strange. While David is making toast, he laps up half David's cup of coffee. He hops into one of the chairs and stares at the back of the newspaper David's reading before snorting in disgust. He holds the piece of toast David gives him in his mouth for a long minute before eating it. While David is in the bathroom, he stands by the door.

"I'm heading out," David says, and watches as Mars takes his time walking to the front door. "Well, okay," David says, and they both get into the car. Mars is fine on the trip to the studio, and he follows David to the trailer. When David leaves, he stands on the couch and stares mournfully after him.

Halfway to the soundstage, Joe falls into step behind him. "Coffee," Joe says.

David frowns at him. "And good morning to you, grumpy."

"Coffee," Joe repeats, and even David has to admit that he looks happy - has a spring in his step. When they get to Craft Services, David gets the largest coffee they have and starts doctoring it with cream and sugar. Joe just looks at him. David rolls his eyes and hands it over.

"I thought you took yours black," he says, watching Joe drain the cup.

"Good," Joe says, chewing lightly on the edge of the cup. "Food?"

David gets another coffee, then sighs. "Fine, food. Whatever. What's wrong with you this morning?"

Joe huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes. They move down the line, and Joe won't pick up a tray, so David does. He hands Joe his coffee. "Hold this." He puts two plates on the tray. "What do you want to eat?"

"You're the food guy," Joe says, chewing on the rim of David's empty coffee cup.

"Whatever." Just for spite, he puts bacon and toast and a strawberry Danish on Joe's plate, figuring that he'll start whining that it isn't his usual fruit and yogurt. Joe has nothing to say, but his eyes light up when he sees the plate.

David finds a seat, then tries to take his coffee cup back. Joe gives a low growl, but relinquishes the cup. "Dammit," David says, "You drank mine, too! Ass." He goes back for more coffee. When he returns to the table, both plates are shining clean. "You are such a dick," David tells him. It's too late to go back for more food, so he just takes his coffee and gestures for Joe to follow, which he does.

Makeup is a quiet affair, and Joe is silent through the process, only grimacing a few times. They walk to the set and meet up with Martin.

"Joe, you've got it easy today - you're unconscious until lunch. You just lie over there in the jail set while David and David and Kavan work to get you out."

The shooting goes remarkably well - Joe plays possum as if he's really half-asleep, and Other David only blows his lines three times. Joe gets up on the breaks, but he looks drowsy.

"You're really sleeping over there, aren't you?" David says, and Joe just rolls his eyes. Joe stands awfully close to David while they wait for the lighting crew to mess with the set. In fact, he leans on him. David frowns. Joe isn't usually so touchy-feely, but he's warm against David's shoulder. Jason walks by and gives them a quizzical look.

The second and third takes go well, with Other David finally getting his lines right. "That's lunch," Martin yells.

"I need to go by my trailer and check on Mars," says, starting to walk away. Joe stays beside him. "You wanna see Mars?" David asks. Joe's eyes light up and he nods enthusiastically. Too much coffee, David thinks.

In the trailer, Mars runs to Joe, which kinda pisses David off. He figures Joe smells like his own dogs, so Mars is interested in that. He frowns when Mars doesn't jump on Joe, but just looks up at him, staring directly into Joe's eyes. Joe nods, and Mars lets his tongue loll out of his mouth.

"Lemme walk him and we can go get lunch," David says, scratching a suddenly excited Mars behind the ears.

"Ugh," Joe says. "I'm still full from breakfast." He walks to the door, then turns back to give Mars one more look. "Catch ya later," Joe says as he walks out.