Heh, don't go and do that. I'd have to move you up with one hand and, I don't know, I guess my teeth.
[While she takes care of the dishes, he moves to get out of his (and her, he only notices as he's doing that) clothes and into the boxers and shirt that pass for his pajamas. He's tired, but not tired enough to pass out in jeans. Luckily, his wrist isn't so injured that he can't get out of his own pants with minimal fumbling--after today and the conversation they just had, HEY HEATHER COME HELP ME TAKE OFF MY PANTS WINK WONK doesn't seem like the best joke to make.]
[So he just climbs into bed, pulling her side of the covers down for her and flopping down heavily. Whoof.]
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[While she takes care of the dishes, he moves to get out of his (and her, he only notices as he's doing that) clothes and into the boxers and shirt that pass for his pajamas. He's tired, but not tired enough to pass out in jeans. Luckily, his wrist isn't so injured that he can't get out of his own pants with minimal fumbling--after today and the conversation they just had, HEY HEATHER COME HELP ME TAKE OFF MY PANTS WINK WONK doesn't seem like the best joke to make.]
[So he just climbs into bed, pulling her side of the covers down for her and flopping down heavily. Whoof.]
Maybe we just won't have to go anywhere tomorrow.