Ernest sighed, and gave her an equally exasperated look, not used to people being so playful with him.
"It's this damn novel. I'm screaming at myself more than anything," he explained. It had been fine, until he realised it was going to be a bestseller. That students would study it. What the hell were they studying it for? It was too much pressure.
"Yes, yes, I remember," he teased back, although he did have a habit of letting the real world slip his mind from time to time.
"He's not been so badly hurt anymore, but as you can imagine, he is reluctant to sleep at all. He finally had to give in, but they're better equipped to look after at him over there," he explained.
"Jesus Christ, we're a right pair of cripples. This island has ruined us," he teased as she made an attempt at moving.