He stopped in the doorway. He hadn't been inside anyone's home in over a year, at least, and it always seemed that much more invasive when the home belonged to a woman. Somehow, the sparse furnishings put him at ease, and as he dropped his duffle he didn't have that guilty feeling of intruding on someone's privacy.
He was sure he knew Lexi, somehow, and the thought comforted and frightened him. He wanted to sit here in this apartment with her and watch bad movies and eat takeout and not think about why she was so familiar. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair and not have to worry about if he'd ever done that before. He didn't want her to be another name on the list of people he'd failed through the years.
He tugged his coat off awkwardly and hung it next to hers. "It's nice. Cozy. I like that."