"Really? You think people overthink it? I hadn't thought much about it all until recently," Paul admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he followed Sheila to her apartment. "Things have been...weird." He wasn't quite sure how to put it into words, but she was easy to talk to and cheesy pizza would always help too.
Grinning, he gently tugged on one of her ponytails. She was...a kid at heart? Or something? That might explain the Disney fascination. "I guess I would fall under the squeamish category," he said. "I can't remember what else is there besides the ball pit. Alright, let's roll."