where to keep it

"That's a lot of guitars." Roger looked at all of them. Six to be exact. He thought Doyle only had three. Did he ever part with anything?

"What do you mean?" He'd unloaded Lon's pickup truck that had hauled his stuff over to Roger's.

"You know, what do we do with this, now?" Roger looked at the boxes. Someone was being thorough. Couldn't they have packed a suitcase of undies and that be enough?

"I dunno." Doyle shrugged.

"We can't keep all your guitars in here." Roger told him with his hands in his back pocket. Honestly, Doyle needed his own chest of drawers. The closet was only able to house a fourth of his stuff. Roger hadn't expected so much.

"We'll think of something." Doyle winced as if this stuff was staying.

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Roger nodded, thinking he couldn't even get in his bed if he wanted too. He pushed his fingers through his hair. Honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard to live with someone. It seemed so much easier in his head than the reality of it. Naturally, with Olivia, all she'd really worried about was her laptop when she moved in. But he guessed he'd have to make an exception to Doyle. After all, he was in love with him.