"Hey, you get to be invasive about the random boys I talk to at school, I get to be politely inquisitive about the random boys you talk to outside of work." I shrugged and gave him a look that said whatcha gonna do about it punk? Roughly.

"You'll 'get around to it'? That sounds pretty boring, Jake. Don't let me cramp your style." The last thing I wanted was for Jake to feel like he had to be careful in his own house. Well, all that careful. Doing anything on the couch or in the main room was unacceptable because we both used that. But I didn't want him thinking I needed him or anything.