Come on, don't break my heart like that. You know plenty— I'm "weird", for one.

[ He doesn't mind the fact that she tries to hammer this home. It's kind of refreshing, really— so many people play along with his routine that it's nice to have someone calling him out, for once.

The door closes, and Natalie will find the place as she left it, albeit a bit messier. There are blankets and pillows thrown around willy-nilly, and there's a distinctive Guy Feel to the whole setup. ]

But... hmm, you were gone maybe three, four months? Long enough to make my heart hurt.