[ He gathers his things, but he takes his time and stacks his books and DVDs neatly into his bag. He hasn't ejected the old tape from the VCR yet, nor does he plan to. It's a present for you, Akira. ]

Quit it, wouldja? [ He gives a long, drawn-out dejected sigh and raises up to stand properly. He has to practically drag himself back over to the bed, dropping his bag onto the mattress so he can reach for the blanket and search for the buried sweater tangled between the sheets. ]

If there are any, I'm staying clear of 'em. There's no chance in hell I'm falling down a goddamn well where that monster chick is waiting. [ He finds his sweater, but it takes a bit of work to unwind it from the confines of the blankets. ]

You're just tryin' to get me to stay over 'cause you won't be able to sleep by yourself tonight.