He stands at her door, with a bottle of wine in one hand. He glances at the ground, briefly, wondering if this is a mistake. His head tells him to turn around and leave. It is over, she has said so. She has told him this fact, adamantly, more than once. He exhales, and his heart tells him to knock. Compulsively he wants to knock three times. He knocks once, hoping she doesn't check her peephole. He hears her unchain the door. His heart flutters as she pulls the door open. She stares at him, harshly wearing her glasses, and a nightgown. Her hair is pulled up into a sloppy bun. It moves as she shakes her head.

"Sheldon, what are you doing here? How many times do I have to tell you that it's over?" She pushes the door, in an attempt to close it.

He presses his hand against the door, "Please just let me come in for a few minutes."

"Why should I?"

"Because I owe you an apology," he answers.

She furrows her brow in confusion, "I agree, but you're not a rational human being. How did you come to that conclusion?"

"I watched the entire series of Friends. I have gained some insight into what is socially acceptable behavior."

She smirks, "I don't know that what you saw was socially acceptable behavior."

"Penny lent it to me. I didn't want to watch it, but she said that it would help me understand."

"You agreed?"

"Leonard told me to think of it as a case study."

"You find case studies elementary."

"I do," he nods.

"Then why would you do that?"

"Can I come in, please?"

She exhales, and steps aside, "For a minute."

He steps into the apartment, and she closes the door behind him. He makes eye contact. It makes her uncomfortable how socially acceptable he is acting.

"Sheldon why are you here?"

"I brought you this," he holds out a bottle of wine.

"I hope that you don't think that a bottle of wine is going to be enough to win me over."

"I don't."

"What is this all about?"

"I am sorry. I want you to know that I would do anything for you."

"That is why you look as if you haven't shaved, isn't it? You watched a Friends marathon?"
"I am desperate," he explains.

"Sheldon, you don't even know why you're sorry."

"I am sorry because I hurt you," he answers honestly.

She shakes her head as she heads towards the kitchen. He sits on the arm of the couch as he waits for her to return. She uncorks the bottle of wine. She pours the liquid into a glass.

"Can I get you a beverage?" She questions.

"Sure," he nods.

"What would you like?"

"Whatever you choose would be fine," he fibs, trying to be accommodating, despite the angst it is causing him.

She nods, and pours some wine into a glass. She returns to the living room, and hands him a glass.

"You need to drink to have this conversation?" He queries.

"Obviously, I do."

"I don't," he reminds her.

"That is your choice. Sheldon, let's not prolong the inevitable."

"I assume that you mean the inevitable event of you drinking my glass as well."

"This isn't what I want. I have spent years waiting for you to move closer, and you have spent years trying to keep me out of your bubble. We are moving in two different directions."

He takes a swig of the alcoholic beverage. She expects him to spit it back into the cup. Sheldon chooses to swallow.

"Sheldon what are you doing?"

He cocks his head to the side, "This isn't half bad," he admits.

"It is a nice bottle of wine, but I would assume that you bought it," she points out, "Or maybe I shouldn't assume that."

"I did buy it. I asked Penny which one she would suggest."

"She is an expert."

"I would not disagree that she is an expert on this particular subject."

"Sheldon what are you doing here?"

"I want you," he answers.

"You want me on your terms, and conditions, that is not what a relationship is about."

"Amy, I just want you," he explains.

"I don't believe you," she insists as she returns to the kitchen for the bottle of wine.

She enters the living room, and pours herself another glass. She notices Sheldon's glass is empty.

"Did you pour that in a plant?"

"No, I did not. I drank it."

"You hate alcohol."

"This stuff tastes like twizzlers."

"It is strawberry flavor," she points out.

"It is quite refreshing."

"Why are you here, sitting on my couch drinking wine?"

"I just want to show you that I am malleable."

"Pfft!" She scoffs.

"What? You think that is funny?"

"Sheldon Cooper? Malleable? Those two things don't even belong in a room together."

"I am trying to change."

"Why?"

"For you. How can I prove that to you?"

"You can't," she argues, "You watching Friends, and drinking some wine is not going to prove that to me."

"Can I have another glass, please?"

She nods as she pours him another glass. She stands less than three feet away from him. He finishes his glass of wine, and places it on her coffee table. She stands in front of the coffee table, staring at him, in utter confusion. He slips the glass of wine from her hand.

"What are you doing?" She questions.

"I am trying to show you that I mean it," he answers, as he takes her hand.

"By holding my hand?"

He places one hand around her waist. He feels his pulse quicken, and his palms sweating as he pulls her closer. Amy's neurons fire, but she can't make sense of what he is doing. Her brain simply refuses to compute his actions, because is behavior is so out of character. She looks into his eyes, but finds that they are closed. Before she can react his lips are pressed against his. After a brief moment he stops. She stands in her living room, completely dumbfounded. After several moments pass, Amy is finally able to collect her thoughts. She breaks the silence.

"What did Penny say to you?"

"She gave me simple advice."

"As if she could give you any other kind," Amy points out.

"She told me to show you how I felt about you. She explained that actions sometimes speak louder than words. I don't know if I agree, but I thought that I would give it a shot."