"It isn't going anywhere," she assures him, feeling her cheeks heat up as she takes a step closer to him. His mind hasn't felt shuttered to her in a long time, but now it's more open than ever. He looks at her and she can feel her own fond possessiveness mirrored there in him. It isn't a desire to own, or stake any claim, but instead the knowledge that they are a part of one another. They belong together.

She comes over and presses a kiss to a spot just below his collarbone, lingering for a moment before she bends to scoop up the bedding and the towel. It smells like them and she blushes as she carries them through the kitchen to the tiny washer and dryer set tucked away in a closet.

"It probably won't all fit," she says as she leans into the washer to retrieve a forgotten sock, kicking one leg back for balance. Just the sheets first, then. Blanket later. She shoves them into the machine and huffs in frustration when the detergent proves to be pushed too far back onto the top of the machine for her to reach, and then uses her mind to nudge it into her hand. "Ah ha!"