"You really need to invest in some soundproofing," Dirk observes in return, which is as close to direct acknowledgement of their conversation as he'll be making in mixed company--or at least his present state.

Which is a really heavy combination of cold, frustrated, resolute, depressed, and still somehow kind of turned on. He won't deny that Emet's potential disinterest has him feeling some kind of way--antsy, at the very least--but admitting it would actually be a huge downer is daunting in ways he doesn't really have the energy for. At least not if he's going to be tactful.

"Or at least some noise-cancelling headphones. I've lost my appetite for words, though. If you're not feeling it, I'll pack it in." Walk home. Take a shower. Kill some time, one of two ways.

Come back later.