[ The hug they share on the front door when he returns feels so easy to sink into that Fjord reminds himself to do no such thing, having already set some boundaries. He needs to stick to them, he thinks over and over, because they were relatively fair and sensible even outside of the fight that led to him walking away from the Neinhaus for a few days. Things have been progressing at the speed of light for him and Molly since they exchanged their hearts in bed (several times) and slowing it all down a fraction can't be a bad thing. They have shared a room before without needing to wake up in each other's arms, this is no different.
(It's extremely different, but.)
Separating the beds isn't as easy as he remembers it being to shove them together, he has to shunt all his weight behind one of them to get it pushed up against the wall, then the second really takes the wind out of his sails and he gulps down water from the bathroom faucet to cool off. After a half-hour of grunting and swearing, the beds stand against either wall and two nightstands further separate the space, making it resemble one of the old taverns like an echo of the past.
He isn't sure whether he's fond or wary. ]
Right, all done. Oh, I should, uh ... unpack my stuff.
[ He plants the Bag of Holding on his bed beside the farthest wall, glancing around as if for permission. He did leave the room to Molly after absconding with all his personal belongings, it feels weird to swan back in and empty everything back out like he assumes he has a space here. ]
( molly; on a break )
(It's extremely different, but.)
Separating the beds isn't as easy as he remembers it being to shove them together, he has to shunt all his weight behind one of them to get it pushed up against the wall, then the second really takes the wind out of his sails and he gulps down water from the bathroom faucet to cool off. After a half-hour of grunting and swearing, the beds stand against either wall and two nightstands further separate the space, making it resemble one of the old taverns like an echo of the past.
He isn't sure whether he's fond or wary. ]
Right, all done. Oh, I should, uh ... unpack my stuff.
[ He plants the Bag of Holding on his bed beside the farthest wall, glancing around as if for permission. He did leave the room to Molly after absconding with all his personal belongings, it feels weird to swan back in and empty everything back out like he assumes he has a space here. ]