It's almost as bad as when they first started dating. Almost.

He catches that sigh, though, and his frown deepens as he follows her. After a moment, he works up the nerve to address the sound. "If you're worried about putting me out ... you wouldn't be. If you wanted to stay in my room, I mean."

He could sleep on the floor. Or they could try sharing the bed. Maybe. It wouldn't be the first time they had, and he tries to remind himself of that.