"I can't wait to be back at home with you," Alex says, smiling.
"Yeah it'll be great" you say.
"Darcy?"
"Yep?"
"Uh...since..like..you're always at my place anyway..um..maybe you could..if you wanted to, like, move in?" Alex says nervously. You smile.
"Oh my God? Really?"
He nods, a goofy smile plastered across his face.
"Yeah, of course" you say, kissing his cheek. Alex sighs with relief.
"I thought you were gonna say no," he says.
"Why would I say no?"
"Dunno, just thought you would" he says. You look out the window again. You have a nap and wake up to Alex scribbling on a piece of paper.
"What are you writing?"
"Lyrics" he says, jotting down some more words.
You glance at the page.
"Cause she isn't there to hold your hand" you read "She won't be waiting for you when you lan-"
He folds the piece of paper quickly.
"No peeking," he says. You smile at the lyrics happily, but don't say anything more about them. Alex often got self conscious and embarassed when you brought up his lyrics. You just smile and let him carry on writing.
