"Hey dude, I wrote a blog post! Do you want to come read it??"
He looked up from mopping the kitchen floor.
"Um, yes. But can I finish this first?"
"Are you mad?"
I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
"No, really- are you mad? Do I need to come read it now?"
"Um, no. It's ok. Finish first. I don't care."
He peered at me intently.
"I can't tell if you're angry right now."
"Because if you are, I can just come over."
"There's no rush. And I mean that in the least passive-aggressive way possible."
He gave me a uncertain look, and went back to mopping.
I swear I don't beat him.