"Um, bed?" David asks, like it should be obvious. "Or the couch, I guess. Where else do people get cozy these days?"

He's not sure if they're using get cozy as a euphemism for sex, but either way, his answer is the same, because he's not as young as he used to be, according to his crow's feet, and he's pretty sure his back can't handle sex or cuddling on the kitchen floor.

And he would very much like to be able to stand up straight in the morning.