I smiled as Chris played with his glasses with his other hand. Laughing I pulled his hand away and took his glasses off. "You know you shouldn't wear em when you don't need em." I said, slipping them into his pocket without a second thought. I nodded happily as he remembered I had picked the house.<br/>"Yes. I did." I said, proudly. I walked to the kitchen. "You know what this is. The hall's there, we were just in the living room, and a note, we need to have a chair and a half. I loved my chair and a half." I said, a bit sad that i had to leave it. I lead him through the rest of the house, including the bathroom and the attached bedroom. I listened as he said something about bed and realized that there was only one. I faltered in my walking, feeling light headed with pleasure. "Well we'll just have to share then." I said, looking up at him. "Unless you don't want to, then I can sleep on the floor."<br/>Having ended the tour in the bedroom, I flopped onto the bed and closed my eyes. Completely happy with how the day was going and that it would only get better from here.<br/>"Right. The stuff out of your truck." I said, bouncing off the bed, already sliding across the room and down the hall to the front door. "Come on, Chris!"I called laughing as I went.<br/>As I stepped down off the porch, my knee buckled and I swore softly, limping to the truck and grabbing a box then stacking another on top. I paused and waited for the pain to subside before going back inside. I bent over, stood on one leg and held my right knee flexing it to get used to the pain before Chris got worried.