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He started picking up a bit. His room had a few other decorations, such as posters of old rock bands and one of X-Files. In the corner was a desk...
His smile faded slightly, noting her hesitance, but he said nothing.
She squeezed his hand, looking over at him adoringly.
He went upstairs, yawning.
"So?"
He grinned, his eyes warm.
"Yeah. We will."
He nodded. "I won't."
He frowned. "Meh."
He brushed her hair back. "I'm excited."
"Okay.."
He sighed. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower."
He hesitated. A red guitar sat in the corner of the room. "It's a bit messy."
He joined her a moment later, hopping on it playfully.
"Like what?"
He grinned, kissing her forehead. "I love you."
Once they got up, he opened a door, revealing a somewhat messy room.
He nodded, putting the last of the clothes away. "Me too."
"What can we even do..?"
He flushed slightly. "Do I?'
