“Penny. Penny, I just don’t know,” Sheldon said wearily, collapsing a little sideways into his favorite spot on the couch.
“What don’t you know, sweetie?” Penny offered indulgently, filling a glass with water.
“About why I don’t get it,” Sheldon whined.
Sheldon was not accustomed to not understanding things that people around him understood.
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