Through the wave of relief, Febs let out a breathless sort of huff that could have either been a sigh or a laugh, she wasn't quite sure. Nevertheless she blew out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, smiling slowly. Had he said yes, that would have been it. She wouldn't have been able to go back to how things were, not after getting Mrs. H fired, not after fighting with her mother. It would have ruined her completely. They could do this, they would figure it out. She could handle just about anything as long as he stuck with her.

He was also right in that they had to discuss a few things. Giving into the desire to snuggle, Febs folded herself into the armchair with him, draping her legs across his and the arm of the chair as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I think..." She started, but didn't know how to finish. Febs had given this a little thought today, though honestly wasn't even sure when they'd even be seen together outside the house at this point, but it had crossed her mind. How to put her thoughts into coherent words was the problem and she just couldn't figure it out. Febs felt kind of ridiculous trying to think of a legitimate cover story for this, but she wasn't the one who had to leave the house to go to work every day. She could stay in if she didn't feel like dealing with people, especially after they found their own place.

"I'm not sure what's easiest for you. What you want to do?" Maybe he had a better idea than she did. Just yesterday she'd told her parents that she thought they'd already been headed in this direction, that she'd hoped she'd be able to marry him at some point anyway, even from their "official" public situation. Maybe they could start there.