[ Striding upstairs, he adopts a tone that certainly doesn't belong to him but is picked out of the depths of memory. (No need to plumb them too far, as it turns out.) ]

Why are you always there? Can't I move without seeing you? I don't want to hear anything you've got to say, it'd be better if you were just invisible so I could walk through you.

[ And heading across the landing to his bedroom. ]

Don't you get it? I wish you'd vanish.