It's 6:30 in the morning. Nate has just woken me from a deep, cozy, I-love-bed, alarm-ignoring slumber. He's angling for something special. His mistake was telling me the time.
His logic: It's 6:30 in the morning, you're already late, let's enjoy a few minutes together.
My logic: If I get up right now, I can still catch the train!!!
Guess whose logic won.