Lachlan chose the end of her sofa, knowing that her presence was one easier handled in close proximity than three feet away. They'd always sat close to each other, even before their misadventure in the tundra. He was careful not to be too presumptuous in the way he sat, though, and kept a respectful distance from her and his hands in his lap. He looked over at her and offered the best smile he could, but it faltered quickly and was replaced with droopy eyelids and a half-frown.

"I'm not surprised. She seemed very diligent at the hospital. Orderly." She'd spoken to him about decor, in fact, so he oughtn't be surprised that she was the one who kept the house feeling like a home.

He made himself comfortable and reached forward for the glass of whiskey. Good, it was likely to relax the both of them before they could find themselves in any intense sort of conversation. "Are you... well tonight? At ease at home, I hope?"

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