"Remember," Sara said as she was leaving her apartment for her shift and Greg was walking in, "turn off the tv before you go to sleep, and…"

Erzsébet rolled her eyes, and pushed Greg towards the kitchen, ignoring his protests to talk to Sara. "We'll be fine, and if Chris calls I'll tell him that I leave in three days." She pushed Sara out the door and towards her car, closing the door. "She still doesn't talk at work, does she?"

"A bit more now that you're here," Greg said, handing Erzsébet a cup of… something. "Not much more, though…" He looked at Erzsébet for a moment, quietly drinking his own cup of unidentified stuff, and then spoke again. "You know we can't leave the house with you in that."

Erzsébet took a deep breath, and bit her lip; she looked down at herself, and then at Greg. "What? I like it." It took a lot of strength, but Erzsébet tapped Greg's cheek and proceeded into the living room, sitting on the couch. "Come on, we've got a good bunch of movies here…"

"Fine, fine…" Greg took a seat next to Erzsébet on the couch, and poked her until she looked towards him. "…it's just me, and you're not engaged anymore." He noticed there was a bit of change in her eyes, and he sighed, looking back at the television to set up the first movie as Erzsébet got up off the couch and headed to the back of the apartment.

She returned a few minutes later, and appeared to be in her pajamas instead; Erzsébet took one of the bowls of popcorn and sat on Sara's loveseat. "Come on, we've got to plow through these things," she said, her voice just as quiet as Sara's could get, "you've got work tomorrow night, and I've got to get some dinner things done." Erzsébet picked up the remote from the coffee table, settled herself onto the loveseat.

Damn, Greg thought, I've caused her to go into a hole.