Comforted by her touch and her words, he nodded his agreement to do what she asked, thankful that there would be no more problems, that night. Although trouble had a nasty habit of finding him, however.<br/><br/>He turned and went about the tasks of locking the doors, and turning off the lights, looking out the window quickly to make sure everything appeared normal before heading to the bedroom. He stripped off his shirt and pants, and settled himself in next to Clara with a soft smile. He saw the notebook in her hands and asked teasingly, "you still keep a diary?"<br/><br/>He winked at her, and stretched his neck to read it, saying in a mock feminine voice, "Dear diary...What is it about men that makes them all weird and icky? There's this guy...he's nice, and stuff, but he makes me feel funny inside..." He grinned playfully, and rubbed her back and squeezed her shoulder lightly, before laying back and placing his hands behind his head on the pillow.