"Well, I know how the opinion of your inanimate objects influences your decisions." She smiled back up at him and let him take her hands, feeling herself get nervous for a completely different reason. She didn't want to just interrupt him, though, so she bit her tongue for the moment and didn't mention how there might be even less room in this place in a few short months.
Having a child had never -- come up with her late husband. They'd loved each other, certainly, but at that point he'd been insistent they not rush into anything they'd regret later. What sort of bollocks had that been, really.
"So I understand your desire to have me move in here now. You just want to make sure the books are happy." She knew she was being silly, but that was the way she had to act to cover up her own jitters. They cared about each other, Henry had been lovely and patient with her...and now they were almost forcibly rushing into things.
"You didn't sneak into my apartment and pack my bags while I was at work, did you?" Some part of her thought that would be romantic, but if he'd actually done that she'd probably have gotten on his back about being too presumptuous.
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