Atticus glanced back at his roommate and did a doubletake, noticing the male eyeing his watch. He frowned and pulled his sleeve over the watch, taking note that he might have to take care of his valuables. Just as his roommate did, he'd have to lock his door. "Short stories, novels, the like." He gripped the bottom of the truck's door, his too-clean hands looking especially out of place over the muddied metal. He threw it open and then patted off his hands. He handed off a lighter box, gradually beginning to bring out heavier and heavier boxes as he reached further into the truck. His roommate seemed unencumbered, even as Atticus grunted and wrestled heavier cargo from the floor. For a thin guy, he was pretty strong. 

He came to the furniture and raised an eyebrow at Aerin's curious looks. Atticus dropped a foot into the truck, the solid heel of his shoe striking hard into the alloy. "Would you help me? I have a desk and chair here, as well as a chiffonier which may be much more of a struggle... I may have to ask the driver for help." He gripped one end of the desk.