"You don't have to, but I'm not gonna be the one to discourage," he said, lugging himself and his bag through the door after her. "But someone's got to show you how to work free-weights, so you don't have to be out so late."
Rick took in the room around him, having gone from bleary to near glimmering with curiosity. He skimmed his palm over the fabric of her sofa and hummed softly. "You weren't kidding about comfy. This place looks like it's been lived in years. A person's pad says a lot about them, you know?"