I'm not sure I'd go that far. Still, let's see... hmm... carry the one... [He glances off to a side as he waves a finger around, air-penciling an equation. After a moment, he waves it off dismissively, as if scattering the imaginary numbers and operators.[ Well, really, it's not important.

[And Wilson scores one for saying things without hitting on his best friend.]

Two isn't bad. After all, most people don't appreciate you the way I do.

[And the score shifts again. Well played, curse. He wrenches his eyes closed, but he can only manage the slightest of sighs. Not quite the exasperated mess he feels inside.]