[ emphasis on "for now". Elizabeth will be truly challenged not to ogle the booty when he's bending forward and messing around with the shower, more reorganizing than actually getting what he needed ready for when he bathed. the pajamas did favors for him in that regard, okay. and it's a two-way street when it comes to appreciating each other's body.

he declines to respond to the talk of bills, probably because that is a depressing conversation. more depressing than all of the other things threatening to turn his hair grey, because it's human and expected to follow the whole lot of them until retirement and death. the sporadic events occurring as of late are just that, and they can't really tell when to expect them until they happen. there is a big difference. ]

You... probably don't have much to worry about. I'm just stuck dealing with the normal bullshit. Like car accidents.

[ groans. Bigby pulls back and disappears from the bathroom for a moment, going to their linen closet to fetch a towel. when he comes back, she'll find that he has a second one. you know, in case she takes him up on that shower. he won't be heartbroken if she does. blue balls, on the other hand... ]

What kind of money have you been hiding away? The down payment for this house broke us for at least the next month. We'd have to be cheap. God knows you two are tired of camping with me by now.