No, you aren't.

[ He shakes his head, dismissive the thought as he chuckles to himself. ]

You're comfortable the way you are. There's a difference. If you were truly happy like this, you'd not seek out anything to fill your empty existence.

[ So he says as he leans back, no longer resting on his hand. He hums before sweeping his arm across the table to let books and cups go clattering onto the floor, as they may. ]