[It's clever, he thinks. The girls hadn't found it when they searched his room last week (and part of him hurts to think about the fact that Marinette and Adelina had been in here a week before) and he was sure nobody else would think of it either. He can't help but look at the ceiling instead.]

...I wouldn't say I wore myself out. That makes it sound like I'm actually injured. [But his limbs are heavy and stiff and he doesn't like it.] But that's the idea. If I need it. Figure you'd be more pissed if I went by myself and had to send you a message via Furry Passing to come pick me up from the bottom deck. Besides, maybe walking will help a little. Stretch out. Stuff like that.