I need some milk for my cereal in the morning, but I don't want to go to the store because I'm having the visuals related to a migraine. Scott is sitting on the couch in the living room, and I ask him to go to the store for me.

He says sure, he was just going out anyway to go to his new place. I'm a little surprised about him getting his own apartment, and not sure I want him to move out. He's such a good contributor financially, and anyway he's my friend.