"It's not so hard," he argued, pulling the pillow off his head to look at her. "I've got my own room. If people would leave the door shut."
He ran both hands through his hair. "And I know I'm being a bitch and I don't know why. Everything's weirder than weird, and it doesn't make sense, and it makes me crazy. That's all."
He gave her a pleading look. "Can't I just stay here? I'm not hungry, or anything. I just want to be."