After about an hour of watching tellie, I got up to go and get ready for bed.

As I took myself a well-needed shower after a very long day, I had to ask myself.

Where exactly was Connor planning on sleeping tonight? We both knew he couldn't go up in the loft, what with his ankle and all. So that meant he would have to sleep downstairs. That left two choices, one being on the sofa, and the second being in my bed.

I went into the closet for an extra blanket and grabbed my pillow off of my bed, turning off the lights and closing the door behind me as I carried them into the sitting room. Connor shot me a confused look as I walked in and nonchalantly sat down with my pillow and blanket.

"Um, Abs?" he asked, looking extremely concerned as he watched me set up my makeshift bed. "Hmmm?"

"Why have you brought half your bed in here?" I couldn't help but laugh at how worried he was.

"Because I'm going to bed," I answered softly, yawning as I propped my feet up on his lap.

"In here," he said slowly, as if trying to grasp what I was saying. "On the couch?" "Yeah. Why not?" I asked, intent on knowing why it mattered so much to him where I was sleeping.

"Well, for starters, you've got a perfectly good bed in there," he said, pointing to the closed door to my bedroom.

"But you're sleeping in there," I told him, watching as his face momentarily lit up, then fell. "But what about you?"

I rolled my eyes half-heartedly. "Connor, I could've sworn we've just had this conversation." He blinked at me. "In here?" he asked again. I couldn't understand why it was so difficult for him to believe.

"Yes, Connor, in here," I chuckled, nodding. "But why?" He asked me.

Oh God, I thought. "Well," I started, watching his face for any signs that I was beginning to offend him in any way. "I just thought that, with your ankle…Well, we both know that you can't go upstairs any time soon…And you have had a rougher day than I have…You deserve the bed, Connor."

"Okay," he said, grinning. "Okay?" I asked, surprised he hadn't decided he'd wanted to delve deeper into my reason Why.

He nodded. "But Abby?" "Yeah?" He cocked his head like he was thinking extremely hard about something. "Just one question." "Yeah. What is it?" I chuckled at how quickly we had managed to get ourselves off topic.

"How am I going to get my clothes?" he asked me. I was confused at first. "Your clothes…" "To sleep in," he explained, surprisingly not staring me down like I was daft. "If I can't go upstairs…And I can't sleep in this, now can I?" he said, turning so that I could see what he was wearing.

"No, Connor, I guess you can't," I said softly. "What were you planning on wearing?" I asked, silently volunteering myself to go and get some of his clothes from the loft.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe just a t-shirt and…probably some boxers," he answered, watching to see my reaction.

"Boxers," I repeated, trying my best to sound disgusted. "Alright," I sighed. "I'll be right back," I said, getting up to go up to the loft.

"Oh no, Abs, you don't have to," Connor told me, starting to get up himself but having to sit back down when he realised how badly it hurt to stand.

"No, it's fine. I don't mind," I lied, seeing him grin soon after.

"Aw, thanks, Abs," he said, continuing to grin at me as I walked upstairs.