“Harper, this apartment sucks,” Harvey grumbled, looking around at the (granted) slightly worn down apartment.
“Oh, it’s not that bad,” Harper put her hands on her hips and looked around. “It’s not like we can afford something better, this one is the best one I could find. Maybe when we all get jobs - ”
“The ceiling is leaking,” commented Theo, earning a glare from Harper and earning Harper a pointed look from Harvey.
“Look, I know it’s bad. But it’s better than the shithole you guys lived in back home. And there are two bedrooms! Which means you guys can have all the sex you want or whatever it is you do when you’re alone - ”
“We have sex,”
“And you won’t disturb me!” she beamed, ignoring Harvey’s comment, and reached into one of the opened boxes to procure none other than the bane of Harvey’s existence: Harper’s stuffed giraffe that she took with her almost everywhere.
“You seriously brought that rag?”
“I can’t sleep without it,” she grumbled back. “Harvey, if you don’t want to live here, I have other friends who would be more than happy to move in with me - ”
“No,” Theo’s voice was surprisingly firm. “We’re staying."