It finally occurs to Arthur that maybe screaming at the top of his lungs might have been a little hard on his roommate. "I'm sorry, I didn't- I didn't think. You must have just gotten to bed."

A pause. The question of who should be his doctor is a little different this time around. Hmm, the unknown stranger, about whom Arthur is a lot less paranoid than he was when he arrived... or the familiar friend, who just drank far too much and sounds like he wants nothing more than to go back to sleeping it off?

"...can you recommend anybody?"