I sighed in frustration. I took back my hand, made a fist out of it and gently thumped the back of the sofa with it. He knew exactly how he was being weird, but he was making me jump through hoops to get to the bottom of it. I didn't like it, and frankly it was pushing me towards going another direction with this, investigating in another way. If he left it as my only option, I'd take it.

"You're being, like... sullen!" I said, reaching for the word. "You're moping. You're doing stuff but you're not doing things like you normally do. Not with your normal... whatever, personality." I frowned deeply at him. "And I don't think you're going to work."