<em>Well, this won't do.</em>The familiar mess of my apartment stared back at me, cold and judgemental. Normally this only bothered Shinji, but this place was about to become more than just our living space. 'Things' were going to happen here. Hesitantly I began to clean. Shinji had, without asking, been cleaning it on his own, but even his diligence couldn't make a heavy dent in the slobbishness of me.<em>Why am I like this?</em>I often wondered. The question was a deceit, though. I knew why.<br/><br/>Shinji would be on his way home from school, soon. There hadn't been much to clean today, thanks to him. I took the garbage to the dumpsters outside, returned to my apartment and sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for him, running a thousand different phrasings through my mind, never really finding the right one.<em>I guess I'll just tell him, then.</em>Checking the time, I saw I had a bit still to wait, so I decided to have a bath to calm myself down.