And so, they clean.

After a good hour and a half of sweeping, rubbing, and pulling a fairly nice sized plasma TV (who knew the book business allowed someone to replace a not-so-super outdated TV?) out of a bundle of boxes, the room started to look more live-able. The boxes were now neatly tucked into the corner, with a few being used as a stand for the TV and some more being used as a foot rest. They also found the space heater and plugged it in. And to top it all off, Zoey went for the blanket, which turned out to be a queen sized comforter that, 'didn't need to be thrown away, so I promised Tom I would and then just kept it for myself'.

And so there they were, sharing a blanket in the middle of a snowstorm, watching some crappy B-tier movie.

"Quit hogging all of the blanket." He said.

"I'm not."

"Well how come it's a queen size, and I can feel the corner of it? Sheesh, for a small girl you sure do take a lot of blanket."

"I am not a small girl. I'm an inch taller than you, dork."

"I meant width wise."

"So you're calling me tiny?"

"You are such a girl."

She chuckled. "Sheesh. If Tom were to catch me under the covers with another guy, I'd have a lot of explaining to do."

He tried to ignore that. "Can you be quiet? I'm trying to understand the plot of this movie."

"You literally haven't been paying attention since the beginning. They give the plot in the first five minutes. Guy is a nobody, there's a prophecy or whatever about a dragon, he slays a dragon or something, gets the girl."

"Wow, spoilers much."

"This movie is boring. Do you want to do anything else?"

Tyler feels something within him here. Something...like he has a choice to make.

The only question is...

Is it worth saying what he's about to say?