Hovering

"The Gilmore Girls!?" she said. "He'd just scoff!"

"Right," I said. "So after that?"

"The episode will finish and it'll be really late - so late that even he'll have to admit it's reasonable that certain things are off the table at this point. And I'll say firmly, 'I'm going to sleep now.' That'll do the trick, though there'll inevitably be some deep sighs."

"Wow," I said. "No wonder you're exhausted. That's quite a dance."'

"It is," she replied. "And we are both expert at it."

"But why do you do it?" I asked.

"Because he wants some," she said. "And makes himself obnoxious trying to get it."

"Yes," I said, "But what's the solution? There's got to be a better way."

"I could give him what he wants," she said.

"That's not a solution," I said. "You guys need to talk. Communicate."

"And say what?" she asked. " 'Honey, when you hover like a dog waiting for its dinner it is highly unattractive. Please don't do it, because if you do, the only feed you are going to get is a pity feed and you don't want that.' "

"That's a start," I said. "Hey! I'll be Mark and we can do the whole conversation!"