What a comment–"yikes"? Atticus let out a growl, even as he held his breath. This was already embarrassing enough, and for some reason, his roommate's offhanded language had bothered him. Had no one ever nailed him in the nuts before? Atticus shook his head. He was being unreasonable, there was no reason to take out his embarrassment on his roommate. He allowed the other to take his suitcase and sat back, letting out a soft breath. Maybe he shouldn't have taken his grandfather's suitcase as a carry-on... 

The other male returned with a slight smile, to which Atticus answered with a mangled smile–more of a grimace than anything. He took the water as it was offered and drank. "I don't have movers," he answered as he pulled the cup from his face, "and if you're willing to help, I'd be much obliged." He tipped the glass back again and, quite ineloquently, downed the rest of the water. Atticus leaned back before rocking gently onto his shiny Oxford shoes. "All right... I'll wash this and we'll get started, hmm?" He headed for the kitchen.