To that, Curtis just shrugs. Off in the corner, the electric kettle starts to hiss, the noise scaling up in volume before ending in a sharp click; he glances over, then hefts himself to his feet.

He's pretty sure that means the water's done boiling. And if it doesn't, hey, at least it'll give him a moment's distraction.

In short order, he's back with the unplugged kettle, lowering himself to the floor again.