"What-- leaving already?" Cyrus straightens, half-standing up as though to pull Stephen back down. Though he doesn't, at the last minute. "Seriously?"

It's playful, mock-regretful. It's a little too earnest. He hasn't relaxed back into the couch; he's waiting on Stephen's next move, hanging on it a little. "Come on. You've been here, what, a couple of hours? Stick around. Call tomorrow."