She reached out and made him look at her. “You don’t get to decide if it’s a burden for me, okay? If there’s a problem I’ll let you know. It’s a burden if you refuse to have opinions. So I need to know, are you gonna be okay here, where it’s pretty small, or should I try to come up with something different?” She pointed down the stairs.
“The space I rent is basically a studio space. One bedroom, one bathroom.”
Isaac nodded, a grateful smile cast upon his lips. “If that’s okay, I’d love to stay here. I’m used to staying in small apartments so that’s no problem. If there is anything I can do for you just let me know, okay?” He wanted to make this beneficial for the both of them, not just him. If he could help out around the house, help pull his weight, then at least Summer had a reason to keep him there.
A huge yawn interrupted her attempt to respond. Rubbing at her forehead and swallowing another yawn, she nodded. “You should go back to bed, then. At least winter break will give me a few days to figure out how this is supposed to work.” Getting up from the stairs, she went back down, digging out a bottle of painkillers and a soda from the cabinets of her tiny kitchen and mumbling, “Gotta find a way to make that couch more comfortable … “