“Shall we watch a film?” I say, lighting a candle next to the TV.
“I was going to do some chores,” MindReader says, and before you think my dialogue is off today, this is exactly how he speaks.
“Chores!” I say.
“Dishwasher, washing machine, ironing…”
“Ah.”
“I was going to do what you didn’t want to do?” he says. He looks at me a moment. I rest my very tired head on a pillow. Working is TIRING.
“So… the dishwasher, washing machine and ironing?” he says with a smile.
“Sorry,” I say. “I do want to help.”
“Well, you don’t want to.”
“Yes I do.”
“Nobody wants to do chores,” he says, perching on the arm of the sofa next to me. I rest my head in his lap.
“I do,” I say. “I’d like to iron and not feel shit.”
“Yes but you wouldn’t pick ironing if you felt well and could do anything would you?”
“Yes I would.”
“Would you rather iron than have a bath with petals and candles and an orangutan washing your feet?”
“Well, no.”
