Tobias sat there on the couch, trying his best to not be so obvious in his nervousness.<span style="font-style: italic"> Calm yourself Tobias. She is just a friend...that you have seen somewhat naked...nothing more</span>he chastised himself as he rubbed his suddenly sweaty hands on his shorts, in a failed effort to dry them. Reaching forward he grabbed up his soda, popping the top as he took several long swigs of the carbonated beverage, almost choking himself in his nervous attempt to kill the silence between them with an action.<br/><br/>Gasping and sputtering a bit, he blushed rather deeply before finally taking in a clean deep breath of air.<span style="font-style: italic"> Smooth, Toby, real smooth</span>Looking to Lily he grabbed up the bowl of popcorn and offered it to her, â€œWant some?â€<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-weight: bold">She looked at it for a moment, debating, but shook her head. "I think I'm all set for now...Thanks, though," came her reply with a small smile.</span></span><br/><br/>Tobias nodded, looking looking down at the bowl he set it down on the table and went back to watching the movie. â€œSo...umm...â€ he began once he felt the silence between them was too much, â€œI can, um...wash your clothes for you. You know, so that you are not left wearing my stuff. Unless you want to keep them, because then that is fine, but I figured that you might want to have something that fit better than my clothes...â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Shut up! Stop rambling you idiot!</span>Tobias chastised himself silently which caused him to blurt out and continue on, â€œNot, that I don't think that you look good in my clothes. You look very good in them...but not like...you should change or anything....I mean....â€ sighing he took a deep breath. â€œSorry, it has been sometime since I have entertained anyone in my home. Its different when we are out in the world. Then I can focus on things like, watching the door, checking the people who enter,â€ he shrugged and looked back at the tv. â€œAt my home, I am grossly aware of just how much goes on in my head and how long it has been since I have had to deal with someone alone,â€ he looked back over at her, â€œI fear making a bad impressionâ€