[ she's fine and while he's glad that she isn't left wanting, it leaves him not knowing what to do with himself. there had never been much time to reflect on his own thoughts three months ago, let alone to stand in a room alone with a girl. it's a welcome change but the newness has him feeling parched and fidgety. instead of focusing on the tension he's introducing to the room, he follows her gaze around his living room, as if to confirm her validation of his apartment.

he supposes it is nice as accommodations go. ]

I don't actually know what to do with it. [ he tells her frankly and without reserve. ( she's really close to him and she's playing with the edge of her sweater and Ben's tempted to grab her hand just to get her to stop doing that. ) ] This is the first time I've had a place of my own.

[ it explains why the television's on as background noise and why he isn't immersed in it. the volume's low enough that it blurs as white noise, faded but there. without further ado, he takes a seat on the couch and makes room for Allison. he's sitting on the middle cushion and it's her call if she sits next to him or scoots all the way to the arm of the couch to carve some space for herself. he's not preoccupying himself with what she picks because he's leaning over to grab the remote. ]

Don't feel obligated to find out if the T-Rex and Stegosaurus showdown gets a round two. I'm not really watching it.