“I wouldn’t exactly call it King Lear,” Reid said leaning a bit closer. Zooey absently petted the kitten with a bored expression.

“I feel like this is going nowhere,” she said blankly.

“What?” Reid asked politely.

“This conversation,” Zooey said annoyed, “sitting here listening to you put off all the why questions.”

“Then let’s go somewhere else and put off all the why questions,” he said with a smirk.

“Very funny,” Zooey said glumly.

“Look, Zooey, I know you’re still upset, but there are much better things in the world than your flambouyant roomate and how he spends his afternoons,” Reid said passionately.

“God, you’re right. Insane, but right nonetheless. Argh. I feel like a real idiot. Maybe I should just give up this silly little fantasy life I’m living in. Or maybe, just maybe I’m only a figmentation of your overactive imagination. That’s right!” Zooey ranted and a wild look had cast over her eyes.

Zooey had finally cracked.