I love you too! But you're just trying to get more work out of me!

[He shouts it back, banging around in the kitchen. Kettle on for tea, water in a glass--and toast as well, why not, toast always makes him feel more human after a night of heavy drinking. It takes a bit, but he's back rather quickly, with a tray as promised.]

You can't eat under the blankets, you git, sit up.