I think briefly about arguing, but decide against it. It's obvious nothing constructive would be achieved, and I was too tired and mentally exhausted to take this any further tonight. So, I gathered up my fur coat with a huff, crossed the floor, and flopped down on his bed, pulling the coat over me.

I don't say anything, and I keep my eyes closed. I'm going to be asleep soon, but I still listen to him breathing, and wonder what's going to happen the next morning.