"Can you please leave me alone. I have some thinking to do, and I need to do it without being interrupted". I beaconed, peacefully.
"Are you saying I am being a bother?". He questioned like he did not understand what my statement translated to.
"Yes, yes you are being a bother to me. I need my privacy and some quietness, so can you please allow me that luxury". I said, my voice raised a little high.
"Really". He retorted.
I think he is just doing it for the fun of it. And trust me, I don't find his actions funny or relatable at all.
"First, we are prisoners packed in a cell with four others. That alone has eliminated your chances at what you call privacy". He says, breaking down his point with silent pauses.
"Another thing you should know is that I tend to make a lot of noise. And even if I don't, I don't think you will be having any sort of quietness with the sort of people we are surrounded by".
