Penny couldn't help but compare Alvin to Nemo at times. She mostly tried not to (she tried not to think about Nemo at all anymore) but when she was alone in the kitchen with Alvin it was nearly impossible to avoid. Throughout their countless dinners together, Nemo had learned the layout of the Fawcett's kitchen like the back of his hand. He knew where the kettle was and Penny's secret stash of liquor. He knew everything about her, and Alvin simply didn't.
Not that he ever would, or that they were anywhere near as close as friends. Because they weren't. They were colleagues, professionals. Penny knew how to separate the two, it was just difficult when she was feeling as stressed as she was.
She pointed out the kettle to him and set about arranging the plates of snacks. "Oh, I haven't been looking at it." Thinking about it, yeah, but Penny wasn't trying to make herself out to be some insane mess. "Do you take sugar in your tea?"
Not that he ever would, or that they were anywhere near as close as friends. Because they weren't. They were colleagues, professionals. Penny knew how to separate the two, it was just difficult when she was feeling as stressed as she was.
She pointed out the kettle to him and set about arranging the plates of snacks. "Oh, I haven't been looking at it." Thinking about it, yeah, but Penny wasn't trying to make herself out to be some insane mess. "Do you take sugar in your tea?"