We both know your apartment is cooler, and I still haven't been able to find sheets that match up to the ones you have and it bothers me.

[She's only half joking.] But yes, that's why I've been a little more eager to come over. [Because his new wheelchair takes up the entirety of her little study, her drafting table is shoved into her living room ... It was kind of a small place already, rearranging stuff out of its place kind of made it worse.

When he pulls at the sleeve of her dress she leans up to kiss him, grinning the whole time. Of course not, handsome. If I do go over to mess with it, it'll only be while you're working, or if you want to be left alone.

[Her presence in his apartment doesn't mean that he has to force himself to be social, but she really does intend to spend far more time with him.]