I knew that wouldn't last more than a nanosecond.
Kyle leaped into my bed and promptly banged his head against the wall where pillows normally cushion such blows.
"Why do you have all the pillows?" he said, tears streaming down his face. "You shouldn't! Why didn't you tell me I was going to hit my head?"
"Because I didn't know you were going to jump into my bed," I said calmly.
"Don't you even care?" he yelped. "It really hurts."
"Of course I do," I said, not quite as calmly.
"I know," Kyle sniffed. "I know why you don't care. You only think of me as a friend."