"Yeah." He grinned at her again, relaxing, and stepped back to swing one bag over his shoulder, chin lifting a degree or two. It was possible that Warwick had never really had his own space, other than a motel room here or there. Home had been crowded, and usually he shared. It'd be weird to be in such a big, somewhat-empty house...
"I'll do that, then. Upstairs?" One step back, his eyebrows still raised. She could come along, get him settled in, show him around the house, maybe they could order up some dinner. It sounded relaxing in a way that was utterly unfamiliar.
lolli mchotpants
Wanna call this finished?