*My deepest apologies, readers! I was suffering from a severe case of writer's block and then I went on vacation, but I'm back! And I wrote this! More fluffiness, but understand this is intended to be romantic, even in the awkward case of Sheldon Cooper! READ AND REVIEW!

When precisely an hour and forty-two minutes had been spent in comfortable silence, Amy broke it.

"Current symptoms?"

Sheldon, who'd been resting his head on Amy's shoulder, sat up, and replied,

"Pain radiating from my parietal lobe to my occipital lobe, mild nausea, vertigo..." Sheldon met her eyes.

His eyes were weary and shadowed, pleading with her bright ones for sleep.

"Fatigue." He added.

Amy frowned. She wanted to let him sleep but she still feared for swelling in his brain.

"You can sleep, but you'll have to first... hold a coherent conversation with me so that I know your brain is still fully functional."

Sheldon frowned.

"Very well. What shall we discuss?"

Amy shrugged, "Your concussion. Your choice."

There was a long pause during which Sheldon tried to think of a sociable conversation starter. He figured, considering the previous topic of conversation was their relationship, it would be only appropriate to stick to that.

"Amy Farrah Fowler... why do you devote your affections to a person like me?" Sheldon asked.

It was very sudden. And very sincere. All the usual condescension had been drained from his voice.

"I don't follow, what exactly would you like to know?" Amy asked, somewhat confused.

"Why would..." Sheldon's words began to slur with drowsiness, "A woman... who is so... clever... intellectually stimulating... amusing... and physically appealing... want to be with me?"

"You're usually much more fond of yourself Sheldon. Why wouldn't I want to be with you?"

"This may be difficult for you to believe... but I've been considered... by a rather large amount of the population, to be 'condescending'... and... 'annoying'... you're an intelligent woman, Amy, an explanation, if you would."

Amy leaned her head on Sheldon's chest and he stiffened, and gradually relaxed.

"Sheldon, you're a genius, you're amusing, we share many interests..." Amy looked him over, in a quick shift of her eyes beneath her glasses, "You're downright attractive."

Sheldon was unaware how to respond to this so he finally responded with an action. He lifted his arms and robotically bent them in such a fashion so that he was holding Amy to his chest. Cuddling.

It was awkward looking, but Sheldon Cooper was cuddling.