@hawkism Fine. Just take the end for me, I’ll go up first so that you don’t have to walk up the stairs backwards. Thank you, my love. (She couldn’t contain her grin upon staring back at him. Of course it was easy lifting, but asking for help simply to bask in his presence was something Natasha did often, guiltily enough.) I just have random whims to rearrange the furniture-- keeps me sane in this silly ol’ apartment. And don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you if your back ends up hurting later on, old man.
/ Nah me and you both, wp played in my face