Misha laced his fingers together with Bella's leading her by the hand toward the living room.
"Come on," he said. Misha had a strong hunch that his scent would still be present in his usual chair. It was where he always tended to sit when he came for a visit. Sure enough, his powerful nose caught the familiar scent as soon as he entered the room. It was faded, but there.
"My seat," he said, pulling her towards it. There was only room for one though, and there was no chance that he was going to sit on Bella's lap. He carefully tried to pull her down with him, as he took a seat.