Dan tried to remember how come he was always the one washing the kitchen floor.

He knew Serena was the golden girl and that she was used to being taken care of. She was the one who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth; he, on the other hand, was the Brooklyn boy whose parents had taught him from his early age how to help around the house. It hadn't helped that he was also the eldest: more responsibilities for him, more fun for Jenny. And more fun for Serena now that they had moved in together.

As he grabbed the floor cloth, he finally remembered. To get Serena back, he had had to come clean: he had hurt her so much over the years, it had taken him all his energy to make her forgive him. But as Hemingway had said: "Man is not made for defeat." And Dan had finally decided to act like a man, so that he had refused to take no for an answer. He had worked on earning back Serena's trust and affection for months, and luckily for him, she had finally agreed to give their relationship another try, on one condition: no fuck-ups this time. A condition that suited him perfectly well.

Just like the fact that he was the one taking care of the housework (and that included washing the floor). After all, he was the one responsible for all that mess in the past; it was only fair that he was the one in charge of the cleaning now.

To quote again dear Ernest, "I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after." And right now, he felt both exhausted and good. Terribly good. He had always held morality in high regard anyway, even if sometimes he had lost sight of it. "Moral Dan" (some preferred the nickname "boring Dan"...) was back for good, for Serena.