If you want. He marks his place and closes the book. Alex shakes his head slightly and opens the book again. Grant pushes abruptly to his feet, letting the paper slide to the floor, and crosses the room restlessly, facing away from him. Alex hunts for a pen among his papers.
Silence falls again.
I'm not sulking. Grant's tone is still oddly quiet. I don't know. I'm thinkin' I want to know what you're thinkin'. Well isn't that circular.