"Hmm?" She hums tapping her lip again.

Henry rolls his eyes. "What is it now?"

She taps her lip one more time before narrowing her eyes at the ceiling of his new apartment. "I might talk to her about it."

"What?" he askes confused. "Don't talk to the landlord about it."

She looks at the floor and smiles. "Yes, right, the landlord."

She strolls into the single room on her left and begins to open the dusty curtains. She deeply inhales the smell before sneezing hard. She rubs her nose then looks back at Henry her olive smooth skin glowing in the sunlight. "Can I help you decorate?"

He cringes. "No!" 

She smiles and he's well aware it wasn't a real question more of a statement that she would and there was nothing he was going to do about it. She diverts her eyes from him to the boxes suddenly rushing over to the few he had brought with him. "Is this all you have?" She frowns in disbelief.

Henry walks to the wall shaking his head as he leans against the drywall. "I have a moving truck coming tomorrow with my mattress but for now this is all I have."

"What about a couch?" She asks gesturing to the empty space of the living room. 

"I have a few chairs that are also with the truck."

"What about the elevator. It's broken, how will they bring it up?"

Henry shrugs his shoulders with a wave of his hands. "Magic." He walks to the window. "I don't know Luna, they should be just fine. I mean this is their job, they must have dealt with something like this before."

She leans on the window seal, her forehead nearly pressing against the dirty glass plane. "Are you sure I can't help you decorate." She turns back to him, a hint of sadness in her eyes that were always gleeful. "It is my job after all."

Henry sighs. "Last time you did interior decorating you made it far to plain and simple."

She stands straighter. "It was classic, I portrayed what your personality looked like."

"I didn't like it."

"You didn't like it because you never liked the way you were."

He glowers.

There was Luna again saying strange things that she thought were profound and deep but instead the statements were strange and discombobulated ideas that rushed in and out of her head.

Henry takes a breath and inspects her desperate face once again. Luna has the face of an innocent child with wide glass eyes and a smile that didn't falter. It didn't matter that she was twenty three she still acted immature and naive with no to little filter. It was a personality you could rarely hate but get easily annoyed with unless you were used to it like Henry was.

Henry takes a slow breath and looks to the dusty wooden floor. "You can stay until dinner." She beams. "But, you're going to help me clean."

"Great and I promise I won't talk about the flow of energy or how you decorate."

Henry cringes but nods in agreement.