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Leonard Hofstedder came up behind Amy & put his arms around her shoulders, once he was sure that the Skype window had been closed out.

"That was a close one." she said, "I'm not sure I could have explained your presence in my apartment, especially as you are, at the present moment, mostly unclothed, and I am not ready to share the newfound carnality of our relationship with our friends yet."

Amy sighed & leaned back against him .

"How did it go with Sheldon? "he asked.

Amy shook her head. He is firmly in denial , but he was willing to admit far more than I thought he would. He even asked me for advice as to what to do next."

Leonard smiled. And what did you suggest?"

" A poem."

Leonard laughed so hard he nearly choked. "A poem? " he sputtered. " Sheldon? You must be kidding."

"I assure you, I am in earnest, I do believe that underneath his aloof exterior, there beats the heart of a very passionate man. It... Just wasn't directed at me," she added softly.

Leonard took her in his arms and kissed the top of her shiny dark head. "No offence meant, but I'm glad."

Amy smiled. "As am I," she said. "Let's go back to bed."


Penny was depressed. She wasn't sure why, work hadn't sucked any more than usual and she'd given up any hope of getting a callback from her auditions. Maybe that's my problem, she thought. My acting career is completely stalled and I'm just not sure what to DO with the rest of my life. She went to the cupboard & pulled out a bottle of Vanilla vodka. She took out her favorite shot glass & was about to pour herself a double then she paused. And what good was getting drunk gonna do? It never solved anything and most of the time, it made her feel worse.

"Get it together, Penelope" She muttered.

She put the glass away. What would make her feel better? Maybe she'd pay Sheldon a visit, although he'd been a little more whackadoodle than usual, even for him.

She looked down at herself. Yep. She was depressed alright. Her grubbiest sweats and her Dad's Cornhuskers shirt that was so ratty and threadbare she didn't usually even sleep in it. Not that Sheldon would care, of course, but she should probably shower and change. She wasn't even aware that she was humming as she headed down the hall to the bathroom.


A poem? What on Earth could Amy Farrah Fowler be thinking?! He could no more write a poem than Batman could fly. Of course Batman could do so with assistance; there was always the Batwing cape. But just like Batman, if he attempted the thing he'd probably crash land and kill himself. Would Penny even appreciate a poem? Well maybe. But if she knew it was from him, she'd likely laugh, or worse. He'd learned long ago that "skinny" and "different" did not normally attract positive feminine attentions. Perhaps he could write it anonymously, but what in heck would he say? His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door...