Well what the hell is he supposed to say to that? He's not... wrong, exactly... and it's not a bad thing to hear, either... but it feels like agreeing with him would be conceding defeat. And he's not about to do that while he's still riding the high of his book win.
So with a quiet huff he pushes against the desk to slide his chair away from it, making clear his desire to get up and move.]
As usual, you have weird taste. [And then, more quietly-] Help me back to the bed?
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Well what the hell is he supposed to say to that? He's not... wrong, exactly... and it's not a bad thing to hear, either... but it feels like agreeing with him would be conceding defeat. And he's not about to do that while he's still riding the high of his book win.
So with a quiet huff he pushes against the desk to slide his chair away from it, making clear his desire to get up and move.]
As usual, you have weird taste. [And then, more quietly-] Help me back to the bed?