Threnody
The place wasn't one hundred percent livable yet, but it was well past ninety-five. Those of them who were already living in town anyway had actually gotten the all clear to start moving in this weekend since the final inspections had been passed and a good bit of the furniture had started to show up. Sam had been shoving things around to Bobby and Lizzie's specifications most of the morning but his husband seemed mostly happy with the state of things for the moment, not to mention pretty worn out. Sam had left him to break in the room's specialized AC by turning it down to almost arctic temperatures and maybe try out the napping potential of the currently sheet-less - and thankfully huge - bed, and headed out to see where he could make himself useful. There was still some finish work to be done in a few rooms, and some folks might need help moving their furniture around, and he was humming quietly under his breath, pleased as could be that they'd finally be moving in for good tomorrow, as he hit the second floor landing.