As Stuart Bloom In TBBT Chapter 51: The Upgrade Apartment

Penny's new apartnt is on the third floor of a building that doesn't sll like cigarettes and desperation.

Progress.

"Careful with that!" she shouts as Howard nearly drops a box labeled FRAGILE - BREAKABLE STUFF.

"I've got it!"

"You clearly don't!"

Bernadette intercepts, takes the box smoothly. "I'll handle the breakables."

Smart woman.

Sheldon's in the empty living room with a tablet and asuring tape, creating what he calls an "optimal furniture arrangent schematic."

Raj is providing moral support. Which ans sitting on the stairs taking Instagram photos.

Leonard and I are doing actual work. Carrying the heavy stuff. The couches, the bed fra, the boxes that definitely contain rocks.

"This is heavier than last ti," Leonard grunts, backing through the doorway with one end of Penny's couch.

"She acquired more stuff."

"How does one person acquire this much stuff in two years?"

"Shopping addiction?"

"Fair."

We maneuver the couch through the door—barely—and set it down where Sheldon indicates with aggressive pointing.

"Three inches left," he demands.

"It's fine where it is."

"The feng shui requires—"

"Sheldon, it's a couch."

He huffs but moves to asuring the bedroom.

The elevator ride down for the next load is just Leonard and .

Awkward silence for three floors.

Then: "This should've been ."

I don't pretend to misunderstand.

"Yeah."

"I used to imagine—" He stops, adjusts his grip on the empty dolly. "—helping her move soday. eting her dad. All of it."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You didn't do anything wrong." The elevator dings. Doors open. "I did. I waited too long. That's on ."

We load more boxes. Her kitchen stuff, bathroom things, miscellaneous life debris.

"Are you—" I start. "—are we okay? Really?"

"Getting there." He tapes up a box. "So days it doesn't hurt. So days it does. Today hurts. But I'll survive."

"If you need space—"

"I need to get over it. Space won't help." He lifts the box. "Let's just—finish moving her stuff. I can process feelings later."

Four hours later, Penny's apartnt looks like an apartnt instead of a storage unit.

Furniture placed (per Sheldon's specifications, mostly). Boxes stacked (sowhat) neatly. Kitchen unpacked (Bernadette did that while the rest of us argued about couch placent).

"Pizza?" Stuart suggests.

"God, yes," Penny collapses on her newly positioned couch. "I'm starving."

"I'll order." Howard's already pulling out his phone. "Usual place?"

"Extra cheese. And wings. I've earned wings."

The gang clusters around Penny's new space. Sheldon's taking final asurents. Raj is photographing the "after" shots. Leonard's examining her bookshelf with careful interest.

"Your collection is surprisingly eclectic," Sheldon notes.

"Thank you?"

"That was a complint. You have Austen and Gaiman. Very few people appreciate both classic literature and contemporary graphic narrative."

Penny catches my eye. Grins.

The Wonder Woman trades I lent her are on the bottom shelf. Prominently displayed.

"Stuart's corrupting ," she says. "Turning into a nerd."

"Impossible," Howard declares. "Nerdiness is innate, not acquired."

"Then I'm discovering my latent nerdiness."

"Much better."

After everyone leaves—pizza demolished, apartnt christened with friendship and chaos—Penny and I sit on her floor eating leftover wings.

"Thank you," she says. "For today. For organizing everyone. For—" She gestures vaguely. "—all of it."

"You did most of the work."

"Stuart. You carried a couch up three flights because the elevator was full. Don't downplay."

"Okay. You're welco."

She leans against . We're sitting on hardwood floor surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, and it's perfect.

"This is huge for ," Penny says quietly. "Better job, better apartnt. Proof that things are actually—working. Moving forward."

"You should be proud."

"I am. But also scared?"

"Of what?"

"That it'll fall apart. That I'll screw it up sohow."

"You won't."

"You don't know that."

"I know you. You work hard. You care. That's enough."

She turns to look at . "You really believe that?"

"Yeah."

"Even though I'm a waitress dating a millionaire consultant?"

"You're a promoted supervisor dating a comic shop owner who got lucky with investnts. We're both just—figuring it out."

"God, you're annoyingly levelheaded."

"Soone has to be. You tried to fight Bernadette over bowling."

"That was competitive spirit!"

"That was you threatening to 'show her real Omaha bowling' whatever that ans."

"It's very aggressive bowling."

We finish the wings. I help her unpack kitchen boxes—glasses, plates, the random utensils everyone accumulates.

"Can I ask you sothing?" Penny's folding empty boxes.

"Always."

"Are we moving too fast?"

The question catches off guard.

"Do you think we are?"

"I don't know. Two months and I'm already—" She gestures at her apartnt. "—factoring you into life decisions. Like, I chose this place partially because it's close to your shops."

"Is that bad?"

"It's practical. But also kind of—serious?"

I set down a stack of plates.

"Penny. If this feels too serious, we can slow down."

"I didn't say I wanted to slow down. I said I'm scared of how not-scared I am." She sits on the counter. "I should be freaking out. New relationship, big changes, moving fast. But I'm just—happy. And that's weird."

"Being happy is weird?"

"For ? Yeah. Usually there's drama. Uncertainty. Sothing."

"Maybe this is just—healthy?"

"God, wouldn't that be novel."

I step between her legs, hands on her knees.

"We can take this whatever speed feels right. No rules."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She kisses . Soft, then deeper.

"Thank you," she whispers against my lips. "For being you. For making this easy."

"You make it easy too."

Leaving at midnight, I pass Leonard in the parking lot.

He's sitting in his car. Not driving. Just sitting.

I knock on the window.

He rolls it down.

"You okay?"

"Forgot my phone in her apartnt. Was about to go back up."

Lie. His phone is on the passenger seat.

"Leonard—"

"I'm fine. Really. Just—needed a minute."

I don't push.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry this is hard."

"Not your fault." He starts the engine. "See you Wednesday?"

"Yeah. Wednesday."

He drives away.

I stand in the parking lot thinking about Leonard sitting in his car outside Penny's new apartnt, and the way Penny asked if we're moving too fast, and the Wonder Woman trades visible on her bookshelf.

This relationship is good. Healthy. Real.

But it costs sothing.

Leonard's hurt is the price of my happiness.

And I don't know how to feel about that.

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