He didn't want to talk. He'd been humoring her until now, even now, but she was wearing on his patience. She hadn't even been discussing anything other than generalities that didn't matter, and he was already cutting the conversation off.
Okay. So she'd said she wasn't going to push; but what was life without a little discomfort? She wouldn't make it worse-- but she also wasn't going to give up so easily.
"When will you be home again? During the weekends? Holidays?"