His cottage was rather small, but it suited his needs perfectly. His living room was small but comfortable, still having most of the furniture his mum had picked out for it when they'd first built this one ten years ago.
When she stumbled, his hands both went to her hips, holding her as steady as he could, but then she was spinning them and pulling away enough to look around. Okay, well, he supposed that wasn't a problem. It was good to be aware, right?
"This way," he said, taking her hand and leading her back to his bedroom. It was clean and simple, but the bed was the most comfortable thing ever. If there was one thing his parents had managed to drill into him, it was keeping his bedroom tidy.