[ Instead of poking, her hand spreads across the space between his shoulders. She gently pushes against him. There's no leaving, no running, no hiding. What do they have to hide from each other anymore? They've seen each other at their worsts. He's seen things about her she wanted no one to ever see about her. He may not remember that now.

That might be for the best. ]

Well, you've already finished one of those things. You came back.

[ The other things she can't say much on. She can see the evidence around the apartment of things he's forgotten to finished. Emily said memory problems were to be expected in people who have come back from thresholds. Alan was there for thirteen years. No one has a clear idea on how his memory is affected.

She doesn't want him to think of it as carving a space for him... but maybe that's exactly the problem. What in the apartment represents Alan? He has the room for his writing and has picked everything in it. Still, that's just one place. Nothing in the apartment that is picked to share them. Just, separate people cohabitating. That isn't what she wants.

Jesse is quiet for a moment. Her eyes close as her hold on him suddenly tightens. Who has ever told her that? The fact that she's considered home for anyone... ]

Well, I'm here. Which means we should build this place as our home. [ Her voice is in quiet tones again. Suddenly, she knows what they should be shopping for in the morning. He needs clothes, but they can also settle on little things that are theirs. ] Yeah. I think that trying for us is the best.

[ Her hand slides from his in order to wrap around him. A leg wraps around his as well. She settles further into the bed and the blanket around them. Subtle signs saying that it's time for them to sleep. Telling him is never really a good idea. ]