We sat on the sofa one evening. Or rather, I sat and Tim lounged across it, occupying most of the space that should have been mine. The cat had draped itself like a hideous stole across his neck, purring each time Tim reached up to stroke it.
"Why are you forcing me to watch this drivel?"
"What, it's good."
"Oh please, you would think anything was good."
"Shhh."
I sighed and tried to continue my reading.