"I was trying to get the place tidied up a bit more before you got here." He looked around. "I'm afraid it's still a little stale."
Macklyn approached the kitchen table and pulled out a chair, ready to sit, and motioned to the chair across from him as an invitation to Eric. What he really wanted to do was vault the table and embrace his mate, but he didn't know if either of them were ready for that just now.
Even if they thought they were.
"I'm glad that you came. You look good as well, though I know that the outward appearance is a bit of a fib. You're not as well as you appear, are you?"