She rolled her eyes. "I can tell. You looked downright distraught over it." She hadn't expected anything less than sarcasm from him for that. In their year together, their serious conversations had been few and very far between. Which probably explained why, even after all this time, they still had no fucking clue what they were doing. It was easier to just trot along and hope for the best, instead of sitting around and talking everything out. Well, it was easier for them, anyway. It would probably drive anyone else completely crazy.
Propping herself up on one elbow, she gave him a long, considering look. "Nah. I think I'll just stay put." As the idea came to her, a smile stretched across her face. She was, after all, very, very bad at hiding when she was up to something. With an exaggerated yawn, she stretched...right before bunching her legs up and giving him a solid kick toward the edge of the bed. He was close enough that it might just work. And it would prove that he could, in fact, get out of the bed without her there to keep him company...