"All right." Again, he felt the passing desire to tell a joke. Instead he just walked her to the bedroom door. Contrary to what she might have expected of him, it was relatively clean. His bed was made, his sheets were clean, and his closet was even organized. Of course, he'd gotten into the habit when he was sixteen and he'd always had a vague hope that some woman would want to have sex with him, which may have slightly lessened the maturity factor.
Feeling a bit tense, Gar opened his mouth, which was his default action in the face of any feeling he ever had. "So... do you have a side of the bed that you like? I can go either way, Red Rose."