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He looked hesitant, glancing away. "Would you stay? With me..?"
She shrugged. "Maybe it would be a little much."
He looked a little surprised, looking down at her. After a moment he patted her head. "I'm glad you're here."
She shut the door and followed him, heading into the kitchen. The living room had a light gray couch with some colorful pillows. It faced the...
He raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't know."
He grin widened and she unlocked the door, opening it and stepping inside. It was clean and colorful, decorated with plants and paintings and...
He laughed slightly. "Same thing as every other day. I'm alone and nobody cares about me. The crew would still function with my absence."
She brightened. "Would you stay? I can make dinner and we can watch movies."
"I don't know," he said, pulling away and returning to bed. "I don't know."
She looked up at him with a shy expression. "Do you have to leave?"
He looked up at her for a moment before standing up and crossing the room, wrapping his arms around her. "Thank you for caring."
She relaxed, one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his neck. She leaned into him, her heartbeat fast.
It was neat aside from the empty glasses on a desk in the corner. He walked in, sitting on the bed.
A flush crossed her face and she watched him with wide eyes. "..Definitely."
He grumbled lowly, crossing his arms.
She nodded, a small smile on her face. "See you soon."
He sighed, standing up. "It disintegrated anyways."
She grinned, watching him adoringly.
His frown only deepened. "I'm just fine."
"I'm proud of myself!"
