"I used to be full of you!" I snapped, "Now I got a draw full of batteries and I'm not full of myself, but I'm lying here with my fucking tits a foot from your face and you're not even looking at them."

"I've been looking at them for years, I..."

"Oh, I'm sorry! Should I get new ones? These aren't good enough anymore?"

"That's not what I meant." He sighed, "But you're pissed and there's no point in explaining anything, think what you want."

Sitting up, he pulled the sheet up and lying on his back, closed his eyes. "Besides," he said, reaching out to shut the lamp off...