[He's too anxious for it, let's be real. He's going to make a comment on the dying thing, but just sort of lets it go at this point. He's not wrong, after all, and Martin certainly can't say it's more callous than some of the things he's done in his life.]

Filing. I mean, it started as someone trying to ask me to find something, and then it was oh-while-you're-there sort of thing, and then everything was a mess so if I could organize it, just-- you know! The everything. I guess I was doing everything.

[And he doesn't want to be doing anything, hence: floor time.]

What about you?