His little ear flicks with irritation, which in turn irritated him because it kept touching his face if he was too animated. "This is going to drive me crazy." At some point he will appreciate it, once it stops having a mind of its own, but he grabs it and starts awkwardly wrapping it around his waist. It tightens around his body like a corset, his baggy sweater pressed against him to show how thin he was under the layers.

He turns his back to Maurice, holding the little nib end behind him, "Can you like, tuck this in or something back there? It needs a time out."