[It's good to see her this way, more like her usual self— it doesn't mean that all that's been weighing on her is suddenly gone or resolved, but he can't help but consider it a welcome sight. Once she departs, he makes quick work of washing their cups and setting them aside to dry before heading towards her bedroom, the path to which he remembers well— he'd done his share of sleeping in there when she'd insisted on needing to keep a close eye on him, and though he had teased her about what might be possible in the stolen moments they had alone together, sleeping was all that both they and the circumstances had permitted.
Now, he's reasonably quick to make himself comfortable, leaving his shoes beyond the foot of the bed before he goes to seat himself on the edge of the mattress. Curiously, he does take a moment to pull the top drawer of her nightstand open just long enough to take a quick look inside, but opts not to do much actual rummaging. He sees some of the basic items one might expect, and even after a couple of months in his flat, Aerith's room looks decidedly more lived-in than any in his own home, something that gives it a comfortable and welcoming air.
He slides the drawer closed after another moment, swinging his legs up onto the bed and sliding so that he's propped up against the pillows as best he can be when there's shelves of plants behind them rather than a headboard, and idly reaches for the book she's left on the nightstand before crossing his legs at the ankle and thumbing through it.]
Hm, perhaps another romance novel...?
[More likely something on plants, though in truth he knows Aerith to keep quite a variety of books on hand from his stay here.]
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Now, he's reasonably quick to make himself comfortable, leaving his shoes beyond the foot of the bed before he goes to seat himself on the edge of the mattress. Curiously, he does take a moment to pull the top drawer of her nightstand open just long enough to take a quick look inside, but opts not to do much actual rummaging. He sees some of the basic items one might expect, and even after a couple of months in his flat, Aerith's room looks decidedly more lived-in than any in his own home, something that gives it a comfortable and welcoming air.
He slides the drawer closed after another moment, swinging his legs up onto the bed and sliding so that he's propped up against the pillows as best he can be when there's shelves of plants behind them rather than a headboard, and idly reaches for the book she's left on the nightstand before crossing his legs at the ankle and thumbing through it.]
Hm, perhaps another romance novel...?
[More likely something on plants, though in truth he knows Aerith to keep quite a variety of books on hand from his stay here.]