Several hours had past by, and he had finally calmed down. Smiling down at him with sympathy, Amy grabbed his empty cup of tea from the coffee table and strode over to the sink to wash it. Moments later, Sheldon was behind her. "You don't have to do that Amy, here let me do it." "No Sheldon it's fine." Amy countered. "But Amy." Sheldon said, strain present in his voice. "I have never shown anybody that kind of emotion before and it has probably over whelmed you. Let me do it." He insisted. "It's fine Sheldon, I told you." She continued to argue, herself becoming slightly annoyed. "Amy, I am the guest in this house hold. If I didn't take care of my own dishes, I can just hear my mom now telling me it's not proper manners. Please, let me do it." After several moments of contemplating and a look into his pleading eyes, she relented, handing him his cup and striding back over to the couch where his bag was sitting. She then sat on the couch, next to Sheldon's spot of course, and waited a few moments until his voice again filled the room.
"Amy, another idea has occurred to me, and I wish to write it down for our game Counterfactuals." He told her. "Would you please bring me my bag, as it has my notebook and pencil in it?" Amy complied with his request and grabbed his bag off of the couch, but upon lifting it off the couch, a document fell out of it and onto the floor. She quickly bent over to glance at the document, seeing that it was her relationship agreement. Skimming over just the top page, she realized it was slightly different, as she had memorized the original version. Holding back a squeal at the thought of Sheldon wanting to take a step forward in their relationship, she quickly but carefully stuffed the document right back into the bag in an almost identical position that it had been in before it had fallen out. Without another thought of it, she exited the living room and entered the kitchen, handing Sheldon his bag.
"Ah, thank you Amy." He said with all sincerity. He looked down at the bag momentarily and then paused before raising his gaze back up to Amy. "Amy, what has gotten you so happy in the past 30 seconds?" Realizing he was completely oblivious as to why she would be happy, she decided to keep it a secret to herself that she knew his secret and she replied to his question with "I don't know Sheldon. Can't a girl be happy that her boyfriend is doing her dishes for her?" "His own dishes." He corrected. Amy rolled her eyes at him, but didn't argue; instead sighed quietly and shuffled back over to the couch. She was oblivious that Sheldon had heard her sigh however. Silently, he contemplated what she may be feeling and if he should go and comfort her.
Would she be feeling sad? No because she has no reason to be feeling sad. She has the great Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper doing her dishes for her. Happy? Well that didn't sound like a happy sigh, although I can't tell for sure. I don't see why she wouldn't be happy though, she has a great job and the best boyfriend. And that would explain why she had been so happy moments before. If she was so happy though, why was she ignoring it or acting like she wasn't? In all honesty, he truly was confused. Deciding to settle this argument with himself later, he chose to go up to her and figure it out from the source. Drying his dish that he held in his hand and stashing it away back in her cupboard, he made his way over to the living room, his messenger bag resting across his shoulder.
Amy looked up, hearing Sheldon enter the room and her face instantly brightened, signs that she was indeed happy. Sheldon had allowed for a look of confusion to pass over his face momentarily, to which Amy responded with a slight frown. "What's wrong Sheldon?" She inquired. She raised her hand to slightly adjust her glasses on her face when Sheldon lowered himself onto the couch, grabbed her arm, and lowered her hand. Then in a quick, swift motion, he adjusted her glasses for her, only using the most gentle of touches. Just as quickly as it had happened Sheldon had with drawn his hand and inched slightly farther from Amy and towards the arm of the couch, whilst Amy had moved slightly closer to him. Amy had been the one to speak up again.
"Sheldon?" Her voice didn't portray a lot of firmness and was slightly shaky. She had no idea what he was doing, and it left her feeling totally confused, as well as a little frightened that he had changed his mind about moving their relationship forward. Amy allowed for several silent moments to pass, in those moments looks of confusion passing across Sheldon's face, before she turned to him and requested that he look strait at her. He complied and they shared a moment of intimacy that only they shared- eye coitus. Sheldon then chose to break their comfortable silence.
"Amy, are you happy?" He asked her. He was only asking to try and clear up his confusion, but honestly it made Amy confused as well. "What are you saying Sheldon?" She asked in return. "This." Sheldon said, moving his hands in multiple directions. "This, whatever this is. Are you happy with it?" For a moment, Amy was still confused. Then, she got defensive. "This?" She replied, annoyance present in her voice. "Is that what you call it? This?" Amy was getting angry and he had no idea why. She could see him start to mentally recede from the conversation. What is she talking about? He thought. "What are you talking about?" He asked her. She gave him a look that's suppose to mean 'What do you mean, 'What am I talking about'', but seeing the completely blank look he gave back to her, she realized that he truly didn't know what she was talking about. "Is that what you call our relationship, this?" She said, mimicking the motions that he had earlier done with his hands. "No?" He told her.
"Are you asking me or telling me?" She asked him, in more of a calm tone that before. "Telling you." He told her, his voice slightly more firm. "Then what is it?" She asked him, truly confused all over again. "I wanted to know why you are so happy." He told her, his voice all innocent. "When you gave me your bag you just looked happy and when I asked you why you were happy, you countered with a poor reason and you sighed. I couldn't tell your emotions exactly, but I was pretty sure that when you sighed it wasn't out of sadness." He pointed out. Amy then realized that what thought he meant prior to this conversation was wrong and she felt guilty for getting upset with him. "Sheldon, I am sorry I had raised my voice at you, I had assumed some things that were incorrect. That was wrong with me. Please proceed." She paused for a moment and looked at him while he pursed his lips. "Very well then. May I ask you once again, what has made you so happy in such a short amount of time, Amy Farrah Fowler?" Amy wasn't sure if she liked it when he used her full name. In one way, she felt when he used her full name it meant that he respected her, but in a different way, she just thought that when he used her full name he was upset with her.
Amy was never good at lying, but she didn't want to tell him that she had found what was in his bag, so she quickly thought of a lie. "Oh, it's really nothing. I just found out that my favorite T.V show would be on tonight and I haven't seen it in a while, so I hit record in case if I missed it." She saw a look of disbelief cross over his face, followed by a tiny bit of pain in his eyes. It crushed her heart. "Amy, if you'd rather watch your show I understand. I can leave." He said, grasping his bag. He made little effort to get up, but Amy still held him down on the couch. "No Sheldon, please stay. That is not what I meant." Sheldon let out a breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding. Amy then noticed the look of disbelief cross back over his face for a moment. "Amy." He said, pausing. "Did you say you had just recorded it?" His face went back to a puzzled look, as did Amy's and she said "Yeah, why?" before pursing her lips. She worried Sheldon had caught on to her. "Oh, nothing I just hadn't heard the T.V go on at all so I wondered how you could have recorded a program with it off." To that comment, Amy replied with "I had the T.V on mute." A little more defensive than she would have liked and she saw Sheldon purse his lips once more. "I see." He said. Amy sucked in a breath, worried that he would catch on and accuse her of lying. Thankfully, he then decided to change the subject.
"Well if that's what makes you happy, then I'm all for it." He told her, his voice slightly shaky. He shuffled a little bit in his spot on the couch and then Amy noticed the papers sticking slightly out of his bag. She turned to him and quietly asked him "What's in the bag?"