This is getting too... too... too much like what he resented only a few days ago. He needs to get up. How someone can feel stifled by happiness is beyond him, but he definitely is beginning to feel a little choked, a little crowded, and it has nothing to do with Nell's size. Carefully he slips himself out from under Nell, who gets the hint and stands until he leaves, rather grumpily flumping back onto the couch.

"I need a cigarette. Would you care for one?" His case is by the sofa, and he picks it up, pulling one out and lighting it.