Aerin had no problem moving the boxes setting them aside as they Atticus handed more and more to him. "What's you're favorite genre then. Suppose mine would be.. um.. fantasy I guess." he said, moving in to the truck after making sure nothing would be in the way for getting the desk out. He'd grab the other end and lift it up, finally seeming to struggle a little with it's weight, or at least have to put some effort into it. He'd bring the desk out with the other male being quite careful with it, handling whatever amount of weight he needed too. "This will be a pain to get up the stairs." he huffed, not looking forward to that part too much. "Do you want to get the rest out or this up to your room first?"

Once they were back out of the truck he shuddered a little bit, not really like being in the truck all that much. It was a little to closed off for his liking. Fortunately it wasn't enough to trigger his claustrophobia, but it was still a little unsettling.