She wraps herself around me in what she probably thinks is a hug, but it feels more like I'm wearing her as a coat.
"'dgu know you snore?"
"Oh right," he says, nodding but obviously uninterested in me. That's good. I don't like people being too interested in me, because that means they expect something in return, some kind of reason to keep being interested. They can get violent about it if you don't give them what they want, too, which makes things needlessly awkward between the two of you. Particularly all those people in love--as soon as they start losing sexual desire, they start silently demanding the other person metamorphose into something they can like again, and when it doesn't happen, either they break up or, apparently, become my parents.
How anyone could be so unaware that their conversations conceivably made those they love want to hit themselves with a frying pan escapes me.
"I spilled coffee on--you know what? This isn't worth it." I shrug and walk back towards my room. "I couldn't even convince you I'm not gay [s]when I'm not[/s]."
"Don't worry!" she calls back. "I mostly believe you now!"
"So..." he finally turns to face me. "Your dad seeks intimacy by using unreal events, and you give it to him because it means nothing."
Oh God--only a few minutes into really talking and he's already analyzing me. "I don't know." Trying to act disinterested, I roll on my side facing away from him. "I guess so, maybe."
She stares at me [s]like I'm a freak[/s]