Bennett rolls over on the bed, his shirt hanging open as he looks over at you. "Are you doing something?" He asks softly, watching you move around the room.

He and you share a room, you're best friends and have been dating for over a year, but even still he can't decipher what you're doing even if it's something you do every week.

He never was quick to understand things, even less quick to put them together. You don't blame him, he's always been that way, but sometimes it got on your nerves.

He blinks a few times, realization on his face. "Oh! You're sorting laundry!" He smiles. "Sorry, I forgot that was tomorrow."