Is that a challenge, short stuff? 'Cuz I'm willing to bet I can run circles around you--

[Hey, wait, he sees what you did there. All... distracting him and stuff. How's he supposed to be sad and mopey with you pestering him like this? Gosh.

[He stops short and scrubs at one eye with the heel of his hand.]

Well, maybe not right now. [And he sets the tablet down on the bedside table before flopping backward onto the bed, his hands folded behind his neck.] But I'll pencil you in sometime.