Immediately, automatically, she leans in against him. You'd think by now they'd be leveling out, less desperate to spend every moment in each other's pockets-- that they'd more than made up for lost time. But she doesn't feel that way. (Really-- had any of it ever been enough? Before they were together, they still craved each other's company. While they were apart she thought of him-- oh, probably daily. Maybe this is just their natural state. It's an oddly pleasing thought.)

"No food on the bed, too much mess." After a moment's thought she frowns. "I guess I should change the sheets-- they're probably dusty."

The whole place feels mismatched-- untouched but different, like she never left and like she's never been here before. A small sigh escapes her.

"It's a little strange," she admits.