He does meet her eyes eventually, tired and inscrutable. He listens when she talks. His fag burns down, and he stubs it out.

'I didn't say you were getting up my nose.'

He resists the urge to sigh, but does let out a long breath, trying to ease the edge of annoyance.

'But if you're going to bring up stuff I said before yesterday, as if we didn' spend the day in bed, then that'll piss me off, yeah.'

He will never, ever understand why women feel the need to talk in circles.

'An' bringing it up right after you're pissed off with me about-'

He does sigh now, and picks his tea up.

'It don' matter. Stay in the room.'