Uh. Yeah. Little bit. [At least has the courtesy to sound apologetic, not unlike a puppy after it's had its nose smacked with a newspaper for peeing on the carpet. He doesn't mean to cause problems, he just...can't help it most of the time.]
...Why're you typing? Told you, I can't read your e-mails or anything right now. You don't need to be typing. [Cue a couple minutes of thinking.] Got no plans right now, probably just watchin' the ball drop with Billy, unless you're free...? [Hint of a hopeful tone; Billy's boring, he probably won't even eat any of the snacks, and he's a terrible conversationalist. And even worse at cuddling, and you're always supposed to cuddle with someone for New Year's. It's the Rules.]