"There really isn't but I can't imagine not going away to school when I did, you know? I think it was an experience I needed to have. Even if it did come with having to make some pretty tough choices," Dean told her, as he sat down on the couch. He knew her well enough to know she'd tell him if she needed help and to know that she'd understand what he was referring to about tough choices. Their break up had been the one thing he'd regretted about deciding to go to New York for school.
He was off the couch and taking stuff from her arms before she had gotten more than a couple steps from the door, setting it down on the table and trying to help keep it neat and where they could both reach stuff easily, including each others food if either of them decided they wanted to steal a taste of the others dish.
"You got beer?" he asked her. "If not I'll take whatever."