"Your lungs aren't in your stomach, genius. They're in your chest,
which I was not sitting on." Rory said, breaking out science stuff
like the geeky nerd she was.
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your
technological guide!"
"But your stomach rises and falls and you breath, does it not? It's
kinda hard for it to do so when someone's sitting on you." He
replied, still a little out of breath.
"I'm not saying you are fat, I'm saying when someone sits on you,
it's hard to breath." Nolan replied, laying back down, folding up
his legs to give Rory space.
Rory sat down where the space was given. She looked at Nolan, but
couldn't see over his knees. "Jeez, either your way too tall, or
I'm way too short."She said, changing the subject.
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your
technological guide!"
"Yeah.. sorta." Nolan replied, taking Rory pushing against his
shoulders as an opportunity to flip his legs back in front of him,
plopping down on the couch.
"Oh!" Nolan instantly noticed, pulling them away with a blush
growing on his face, "So, what happened last night?" Nolan asked
looking over to her again.
"I don't remember what happened last night, one moment we're
watching Doctor Who, the next... poof, I don't remember what
happened." Nolan said back, continuing the question.
"I-uh, um." Rory said, remembering it all. Her face turned red, but
she was hurt. How could he not remember the kiss? How could he not
remember the snuggling?
”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your
technological guide!"