“Oh. My. Gawd! I can't believe this place! Is this Richie Cunningham’s old room?” My eyes float over ‘Donovan’s bedroom’ in disbelief at the football posters embellishing the walls and trophies adorning the dresser. It’s so cheesy and so unlike Donovan. “This is incredible. It looks like some clean-cut boy's room from the 1950’s. I thought our living situation was to be convincing. This is so not a bedroom you, or any other man your age, would have.”

His arms drop to his sides with a whimper. “I had to decorate it some way. I left the good room as ‘your room.’ You can do anything you want, and I'll have to tolerate all your pink flowers and girly things, so be nice to me.”