[ Somehow Elena feels the sinew of her shoulders tightening further when he's moving to face her. She tucks hair behind her ear and her gaze drops like a weight to the center of his chest before any eye contact is made. Then her eyes flick back up, because this is rational and totally all casual, and he just said he was going to move out instead.
Oh. That makes sense, him moving out. (She remembers the rustle of pages and his bed and stops herself.) That's a better plan - she has all her stuff at the apartment, and Caroline doesn't need a house or more adjusting so soon.
(Reality is setting in and this makes sense. This is familiar. Right. He's an arm's length away, where he should be. Where he's not.) And ironically the watchful scrutiny she notices, the comment about a walk-in closet is what gives her the strength to actually meet his eyes full-on. Purse her lips into an almost smile, tilts her head at him. What style? She sees through his casual architectural desires. ] Fine. While you're pursuing your dream closet, I'll help Caroline settle in.