Taking a long, indulgent sip of her hard-earned milkshake, Thea sunk deeper into the recesses of the booth, its' squeaky plastic having long been worn down. She sighed. "Before we have to move you again when your lease is up, we're doing a keep/toss/donation day, because holy shit." She shook her head, giving her best friend a grave look. She wiggled her arms as if trying to break them loose from their aching. "Not trying to be..." she waved her hand dismissively, as if it emphasized her point without having to actually use the word. "...but you truly did not have to sublet. You could have just moved in with me for a little while if your dad was getting sick of you."