Bedivere had been a hermit after the world had ended. It had been easier than having to talk to the ones who had killied his friend, whose friends he had killed, who had one been his friends, and so he had gone away from everything-
But this was not that place, or that time. And her hand feels right and wrong at the same time.
"I haven't lived with anyone in a long time, and last time didn't go so well anyway. I guess I'm just trying to remember how to do it. You'll probably regret running into me when you see how terrible I am at cohabitation."