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She would hear him call out. "...yes?"
"And those," she agreed, adding two fingers to her list.
The shower shut off after about ten minutes, but he didn't leave the bedroom.
She nodded agreeably before turning back to the store. "Okay. Okay. I need to buy paint, a chair, and a chest. That's all."
He frowned before going into the bathroom and closed the door.
"What about you? Are you going to decorate your room?"
He frowned, watching her go before going into the room hesitantly.
"Yeah. Or like... like clouds. You'll see."
He frowned, looking around. "Where's the shower?"
She raised an eyebrow, looking at him. "Absolutely! Plus I can hang them."
He looked very conflicted, rubbing the back of his neck but saying nothing.
"No, not really. I just want blankets, really."
He exhaled, crossing his arms. "It's not about letting me, Fleur. This just isn't a place that I'm allowed to be."
She led him over to the couches and chair, frowning thoughtfully. "What do you think?"
He looked embarrassed and exhausted and uncertain. He glanced down at himself for a moment. "Look at me." He was covered in dust and grime and...
She hesitated, looking uncertain. "I'm not quite sure. I'd like to adjust the lights."
His frown deepened and he looked at her. "I can't stay here, Fleur."
She nodded, heading into the furniture.
"It's neither," he replied, frowning as he looked down at himself. "It's just not my world."
"I haven't really thought too much about it," she said. "I don't need much. I just want to find a hammock."
