Allison is all too happy to kiss Scott back, placing her hands on his shoulders as she does so. She smiles into the kiss, happy to have him over at her apartment. It feels natural, a little more like Lawrence, like things are supposed to be. When she pulls away, Allison is still smiling up at Scott. He has a way of making her smile no matter what the situation is.

“That was nice,” she comments, regarding the kiss. Without asking, she volunteers to pick up his bag and carries it into her bedroom setting it down on the foot of the bed. Turning around, she faces him and shrugs, gesturing to their surroundings. “This is it. I haven’t gotten much of a chance to make it my own, but it’s home for now. The bed’s comfy, at least.” Allison smiles playfully, plopping down on the mattress and bouncing a little bit.