"Hmm?" she said tapping her lip.

Henry rolled his eyes. "What is it?"

She tapped her lip one more time before glancing at the ceiling of his new apartment. "There might be water damage here."

"Is that all?" he asked confused

She looked at the floor and smiled. "Yes, I think that's it."

She strolled into the single room on her left and began to open the dusty curtains. She deeply inhaled before sneezing hard. She rubbed her nose and looked back at him her olive smooth skin glowing in the sunlight. "Can I help you decorate?"

"No!"

She ignored him and rushed over to the few boxes he had brought with him. "Is this all you have?" she frowned in disbelief.

Henry shook his head. "I have a moving truck coming tomorrow with my mattress but for now this is all I have."

"What about a couch?" she asked 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 shrugged his shoulders and waved his hands in sarcasm. "Magic." he turned away walking 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 leaned on the window seal, her forehead nearly pressing against the dirty glass plane. "Are you sure I can't help you decorate." she turned back to him, a hint of sadness in her eyes that were always gleeful. "It is my job after all."

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

She stood straighter. "It was classic and 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."

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

Henry took a breath and inspected her desperate face once again. Luna had 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 took a breath and looked to the dusty wooden floor. "You can stay until dinner." she beamed. "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 cringed but nodded in agreement.