He didn't, he just took it out on me by making sure I didn't walk away without being entirely black and blue. [Part of that sentence is being slightly interrupted by another yawn, but he's swapping his pajama top for the shirt and then quickly changing into his pants, which unfortunately requires getting out of bed. But he does it, and look, he's up and dressed and... needs shoes that aren't slippers, but. Baby steps.]

I'm almost surprised you didn't think I was being abused.