He kissed her back, then got up and off the bed, moving to pick out his own clothes amongst the pile. He gets himself dressed, not hurriedly, but he's not taking his time, either.  Once he got himself properly dressed, he took the duffelbag and started to fill it with things; a few changes of clothes, and some of his more valuable items, including a framed picture of the two eating an entirely too-large banana split together.<br/><br/>Everything else he took was utilitarian. Laptop, a charger for it, his cell phone charger, He felt kind of bad that he couldn't tell his family what was going on, why he had to leave, why they would have to go through a hell that must be similar to what he had been through. But, he knew... he knew he couldn't do that. This was his chance at being with Erica. That's what mattered. He had her back, and he refused to do anything to risk losing her again.<br/><br/>Pretty soon, he had his peacoat on, and his shoes on, too. "I'm ready. Are you?"