While she's gone, he shuts the door to prevent any further cat invasions, toes off his shoes, plugs in the mobile (and sets it to silent, because if anyone calls him about anything right now he'll throw it into the street). Coming off as polite has never been something he's cared about much, but these are things that seem important. These are things he knows will matter to her, and that's a factor now.

The mattress is a little imbalanced. She prefers one side of it to the other, he realizes, and somehow that's funny in a way he doesn't think he can articulate. Charming, that's the word. And though he settles on the side that doesn't bear curves pressed down by her body, he finds he has to flatten his hand against the space next to him, touching the place where she sleeps.

He's still like that when she comes back into the room, fingers splayed over the curve that corresponds to the small of her back.