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[ Mouth working in place a bit, she nods. Of course, now she's standing before him, so she still must offer him some sort of reassuring gesture - and so, she gently rests a hand over his chest. ]

Mn. [ A hum of agreement. ] ... Do you read much?

[ He can tell she's attempting to change the subject, but apparently a hand upon his chest isn't quite enough. With that, he slowly pulls her into an embrace. It's still odd for him, but they've done so enough now that he's certain she'll allow and appreciate it. ]

When I can.

[ Though she's still a bit surprised by it, her widened eyes quickly ease, body melting against him. There's even a faint croon beneath her breath, as she wraps her arms comfortably about his torso and waist, cheek resting on his shoulder. ]

You're quite the busybody, then. There wasn't nearly enough selection in your house.

That will soon change, if you're to bring all this.

[ He keeps her there against him until he feels they've both been adequaitly comforted. Its probably not long enough for her, but they don't have an eternity (yet!) ]

[ It does leave her pining for more, but she resists by folding her arms over her waist. ]

At least you've the room. [ There's a hint of a teasing smile there. ] I look forward to sharing my favourites with you.

That does not mean you get to take it all up.

[ He, on the other hand, sounds completely serious. ]

Ah.

[ Okay, perhaps she was crossing lines already. Her arms shift uncomfortably, eyes drifting. ]

You're right, I'll-- just take what you're comfortable with. I was prepared to give it all up, anyway, I suppose...

[ There's a hint of guilt that crosses his face when he realises he's made her feel a bit uncomfortable. ]

You can do whatever you wish to your room, of course. And I'm certain we can make the rest of the house work well for us both.

[ Seeing that they've both managed to make one another - and themselves- feel bad, Grell can't help but sigh with a bit if exasperation. Glancing up to meet William's eyes, she's not certain if saying anything will make it worse, she instead gives a reassuring nod, hand brushing along his shoulder as she passes. ]

The books, then - and the trunk. That should be fine.

[ She opens the trunk to hold just a few more things. A coat she has hanging, a second pair of shoes. She begins to wrap up the bottle of cologne (or perhaps it's perfume) that she has, along with the other items on the table. The mirror can be placed right on top. ]

[ William makes an all too exhausted face when he note just how many books there are. But he proceeds to collect them up, regardless. They're taken out to the cart in decent sized stacks, making certain to leave enough room for the trunk. ]

[ On his way back in, he'll come across Grell dragging the trunk out. While she looks positively miserable, she's somehow managing it! With a puff of breath, she stops abruptly when running into William, bottom-first! ]

[ And there William will be. Completely oblivious to the inappropriate public contact their bodies just made. Or at least, not worried by it enough to comment. Instead he's giving her slight frown. ]

Honestly, you could have waited for me. It will be simple if we carry it together.

Ah-- [ She jumps up to stand straight, quite obviously flustered by the flush on her cheeks (again), and clears her throat. ]

S-sorry! I felt as though I wasn't contributing as much as I should...

[ William reaches a hand out, pressing the back of it against Grell's forehead, as if to check for a fever. ]

You're going to exhaust yourself. You already look as though you might faint.

[ At this right, she very well might! Her fondness for William has been growing quickly, but she's also terribly attracted to him - but he's already expressed his disinterest, and she'd hate to spoil the one good thing she's got in this life..!

She's somehow more tense than normal, eyes closed tight. ]

I'm fine--! Truly!

[ By God, she hopes nothing else will grow right now. ]

Hm.

[ He doesn't sound convinced in the slightest. But he gives her the benefit of the doubt for the moment and rounds the crate to take hold of the other side. ]

Let's get this into the cart and return. We will get you some food and water and then I believe you should nap.

[ That brings an immediate sigh of relief, and she nods! Leaning down, she takes up the handle nearest to her, nodding once more. ]

Sounds quite nice, actually. I'm ready when you are.

[ Obviously much easier with both of them carrying it, the crate is into the cart quickly enough. The horse doesn't seem super pleased, but he'll manage. ]

Is that all, then?

[ Looking back into her flat, she seems to take it in one last time before nodding confidently. Closing the door behind them, she locks it before pocketing the key. ]

Perhaps I'll offer the rest to whomever we hire to deliver the bed.

Maybe they will accept that as payment.

[ Probably not, but wishful thinking and all that. Satisfied that they've concluded, William mounts his horse, waiting for Grell to do the same before leading them back towards his own home. ]

[ Grell rides beside him, or behind the cargo when she must. Once back at William's home - or theirs, now, she'd suppose - she manages to dismount securely, giving her horse an appreciative pet along its side. To the poor horse that pulled all of her goods, though, she runs a hand down its snout - and once more confident that he wont bite her, rests her temple at its forehead in something of a hug. ]

Sorry to put you through that.

[ The attention that she gives the horses is quite endearing, and makes him realise he hasn't given them nearly as much, himself. ]

Help me to bring in the trunk and I will take care of the books. I want you to drink something, at the very least.

[ That has her frown, as she couldn't take advantage of him in that way, knowing she was perfectly fine. ]

I'm well enough to carry a few books, Will, I assure you... I can drink something in between, if I must.

And you're one to call me stubborn.

[ But he gives in, allowing her to help with the books as well as the trunk.

With everything set down in, what is now, Grell's room, William takes his own seat in the living area with a drink. ]

[ Somehow, that only makes her smile.

Once seated beside him on the sofa, Grell sets down her drink in favour of shrugging off her coat. Cup back in hand, she leans back into the cushioning with an overly content hum. Turning her head toward him to rest along its back, she chuckles a bit. ]

I might be a little excited.