"I have my own place now. I have a real job to make the rent and everything."

She was relieved he'd put on a shirt, if only because she'd had enough of half-naked men to last her for the next century. The armchair was too full of clothes to sit in, so she took up a piece of the aforementioned couch instead. His living room was almost as tiny as hers.

Theresa knew what she wanted to say, but she didn't know how to start. It wasn't like she was Daniel's buddy, and she'd been avoiding his part of town purposely so she wouldn't have to deal with his not-girlfriend. But sometimes it was better to ask a non-friend certain things, because then you wouldn't hear bullshit that someone thought might make you happy.

"I need to ask you something, and I need you to not laugh."