You can see why I got on so many nerves now, can't you? I'll try not make you cry though, promise.

[Mostly because he doesn't do well with crying people in the first place. He flexes his fingers, sighing softly and rolling onto his stomach to actually do some work; the phone's switched to speaker as an afterthought, even if he ends up not really doing anything but drawing swirls on the margins.]

Is there anything else you'd like? Besides my private thoughts. I can spoil you a little, you know.