[...Don't ever tell him that. Just let him assume that you're doing this because you want his lanky ass off the couch, since you don't give a fuck if he angsts, you just don't want him doing it in the living room.

It's awkward otherwise.]

...It's obvious that you're spent on this, and that you want nothing to do with this situation right now. Would you prefer...

[...god, he hates you for making him ask this so shortly after he yelled at you for making him do this sort of thing, but you know what, if it has to be done then so be it.]

...I can handle it for the next brief while, at least. Until you've regrouped.

[His gaze darts for a brief moment. Ugh.

Acknowledge that he is a part of this decision. Come on, it won't kill you.]

Would you prefer that?