[. . . Tell her why she was dealing with this idiot, again?]

Look, you can languish in bed if you want. Be bored as you want. Or you can remember that you're the one yelling out into the void for some kind of escape.

And no, this isn't literal, before you point it out, but I'm sure it's almost halfway better than counting ceiling tiles.

[A breath, trying to resettle herself.]

If you prefer company, I might have questions. If you prefer the tiles, you know, enjoy.