TBBT 4A Apartment.
"Phew~!"
Leonard, who had fled back in a panic from the Latin dance studio, took another hard puff from his asthma inhaler for the nth time.
He had no choice.
Those elderly ladies at the Latin dance studio might have worked for the completely unrestrained Howard.
But Leonard, who still had the tiniest bit of aesthetic sense, simply had no interest.
Especially that lead elderly lady. While dancing, she had suddenly run up in front of him and danced while staring straight into his eyes.
He had not felt any of the "joy" that the experienced Howard had described. Instead, he had felt uncomfortable all over and kept his head lowered the entire time, not daring to meet her fiery, passionate gaze.
Even now, his neck hurt from keeping it lowered.
Thinking of that, he took another hard puff from his inhaler—only to get nothing.
He shook the inhaler in his hand again and again, then said incredulously, "Damn it, it's empty already!"
It was supposed to last him a long time.
Yet he had unknowingly used it all up in a single night.
"Sheldon, my inhaler's empty. Help me look for the spare one."
Feeling like he could barely breathe, Leonard hurried toward his bedroom to look for his backup inhaler while calling for Sheldon.
He was terrified that he would pass out from lack of oxygen before finding it.
That was also one of the main reasons he could tolerate Sheldon.
No matter how bad Sheldon was, he was still a person—and one with OCD and High-Definition Photographic Memory.
If Leonard did not make it in time, Sheldon would definitely know where his things were.
"Sheldon!"
"Coming."
It was only after Leonard called a second time that Sheldon finally emerged at an unhurried pace. Wearing