"Hey, Craigslist is great," Tracy preached through a generous bite of pizza. "You can get anything on there. Couches, cars, prostitutes, you name it. Maybe you could even post that ridiculous futon up there." He looked down at Cynthia, neatly and aggressively snuggled in against his side. "I mean seriously, I'm pretty sure it's filled with nails. Nails and hatred."<br/><br/>In spite of his protests, he knew he'd haul it up to the attic tomorrow and would actually probably be excited to do it. Urban exploration was a hobby for Tracy, and it had him convinced he'd wasted his time in college in pursuit of being a math teacher when he could have done something so much more exciting. But they hadn't explored the attic yet, or a couple of other choice rooms in the old house, so tomorrow would be exploration day. Maybe he'd fine a picture or a journal or literally anything to give him some insight on who Cynthia's grandmother was because God knows he wasn't going to get anything out of<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>.<br/><br/>He respected that though. Her grandmother just died, inheriting the house was going to be a constant reminder of that, and that aside he'd been with Cynthia long enough to know that she could be a pretty private person. He was too, albeit slightly more open than her when she talked about her family, so he empathized with wanting to keep some information to herself. He liked to think he was a pretty understanding guy in that regard, but still in the back of his mind he wished she would just give him<span style="font-style: italic">something.</span><br/><br/>After some careful wiggling, Tracy pulled his arm out from between them and draped it around Cynthia's shoulders. "But yeah, I'll do that tomorrow," he told her, though it was more an out-loud confirmation for himself. If he didn't promise her, he<span style="font-style: italic">probably</span>wouldn't even do it. He was a horrible example of procrastination. No wonder his students always waited until the last second to do their homework.