Lyrin grumbles softly, flopping his back across the floor. "I don't act like a baby deer. . ." He sits up again, tugging his shirt back into place. He slowly stands, wincing and swaying slightly.
"Fine, fine. I'll stop following you like a lost puppy. Maybe next time you can come visit me for the weekend then. Kalin said he wants to see you for some bizarre reason. Something about playing catch with someone who can actually throw a ball."
He shimmies his hips, tugging his jeans up and buttoning them.