Kal looked around his messy room. He hadn't even made his bed since he didn't know when. The sheets probably needed a good washing. Kal stared at his bed with its plaid comforter. Not actually made for two people. But it was cold. They'd have to worry about that later.
"Its all gonna be fine." He wanted it to be great, but that might be some time away.
"Yeah, of course." Whitney nodded as if she was even a bit skeptical how they'd fit in that bed.
"We'll re-arrange stuff, you know." Kal shrugged wishing he had special powers where he could just blink and everything would be in its place along with a giant bed.
"I feel really horrible about this," Whitney melted into tears. He embraced her then. He knew she wanted more to a wedding than this. He was sure of it now.
"We can be happy, you'll see. And we'll do something, more of a real ceremony later. I won't let you down, I won't." He promised.
She nodded. He drew in her scent then. He so wished the place smelled of her instead of dirty old socks.
"I'm going to start cleaning right now," Kal told her with a smile. First thing, he was getting rid of were all the soda cans.