"Yeah." He could have eaten more, but he would have had to cook it, and right now the effort of even microwaving was beyond him. Pouring the milk, pouring the oats, adding cinnamon, it was a hassle. "Let's go sleep."
As they walked to their bedroom, he nudged her. "Apparently when you don't sleep enough, you get delusional. You seem to be under the misapprehension that you could take me. I'd laugh, but it would hurt too much."