She groans at him, because sleeping is boring and she is so very over this room, and he's entirely right.

Bother.

"Well, I mean, if you don't have anything... that is, I don't want to..." There's no way to finish that sentence without sounding even more incredibly needy than she already is, so... she just stops trying to dance around it.

"Please stay."

Blink.

"But you can totally have the chair, the chair is fine, the chair is good, fantastic chair."

Blink.

Stars, just mute her now.