[That might have something to do with the fact that he doesn't always have the easiest time keeping things tidy, himself - especially when he gets caught up reading, or brewing, or studying. Or it could just be because he's besotted. Take your pick.
He smiles wanly in return, trying to set his worries on the back burner for the moment; doing nothing but mope and worry won't change things, or be remotely helpful, and he knows it.
Having her here helps with that; he knows by now that she isn't entirely helpless, but his overriding instinct is still to protect her, to keep her safe. Hence his not-so-subtle 'suggestion' that they move in together (that, and he honestly can't bear the thought of living alone here).
But then she hesitates to answer, and it occurs to him that maybe he shouldn't have just presumed she wanted to; at the very least, he should have phrased it as a question. It's on the tip of his tongue to apologize, to say they needn't share a house if she doesn't want to- then comes her answer, and he summons up a more genuine smile and kisses her cheek in turn.]
Let's. [He says, by way of agreement, and offers her his arm.]
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He smiles wanly in return, trying to set his worries on the back burner for the moment; doing nothing but mope and worry won't change things, or be remotely helpful, and he knows it.
Having her here helps with that; he knows by now that she isn't entirely helpless, but his overriding instinct is still to protect her, to keep her safe. Hence his not-so-subtle 'suggestion' that they move in together (that, and he honestly can't bear the thought of living alone here).
But then she hesitates to answer, and it occurs to him that maybe he shouldn't have just presumed she wanted to; at the very least, he should have phrased it as a question. It's on the tip of his tongue to apologize, to say they needn't share a house if she doesn't want to- then comes her answer, and he summons up a more genuine smile and kisses her cheek in turn.]
Let's. [He says, by way of agreement, and offers her his arm.]
[ooc: I think that's a wrap?]