Well, Amy had never been good at sharing what was going on in her head, either. This was, really, the first time, in any relationship, that she had ever addressed her concerns to the person the concerns were about. And maybe that's why her arms were so tight around him, why she wasn't worried if some of the makeup on her face deposited itself on his shirt or jacket, or if it meant he got a little wrinkled.

"Can- we maybe try to not be distracted long enough to have dinner together tonight? PJs, animals, movie, and food ordered in, to be eaten on the couch." It's not the best date night, but it's the kind she was comfortable with, so she hoped that he would agree.