“Go to bed," he ordered. "Go to bed... and stay there.”

“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.”

“i want to go back to bed. but i don't just want to go back to bed.”

“Stay or go. I really don’t give a shit. But if you stay, I want you to continue your play upstairs in a bed, like civilized people. (Solin)Well, isn’t he Mr. Happy Sunshine? (Geary)”

“Time to go,” he says. “I already see this heading somewhere I’m too drunk to go right now. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” I jump up and run and block the window before he can leave. He stops in front of me and folds his arms over his chest. “Stay,” I say. “Please. Just lay in bed with me. We can put pillows between us and I promise not to seduce you since you’re drunk. Just stay for an hour, I don’t want you to go yet.” He immediately turns and heads back to the bed. “Okay,” he says simply. He throws himself onto my bed and pulls the covers out from beneath him. That was easy.”

“Go to bed; tired is stupid.”