"Thank you," he murmurs again as he goes where she indicates. He stands in the middle of the floor for a long moment with the things he does not remember bringing in hand, overwhelmed and staving off the fear of the new place and people and the fear that he will soon be missed at home. And the quieter fear that he might not be.
Chocolate is a necessary thing and I keep it to hand so everything I handsew has chocolate stains. A trademark.