"If you need something, then I suppose I could arrange for it."
He stared up at the mantle of the fireplace, deep in thought.
"No, I don't suppose there's really anything you could do about it - but thanks. I'll just be here, trying to stick it out, unless another opportunity presents itself."
He glanced over when she didn't respond, and realized she'd fallen asleep. He sighed, feeling frustrated. He still didn't feel right... something had changed, and he just couldn't seem to figure out what it was.
His thoughts were interrupted by a door softly closing, and the sound of little footsteps approaching.