"We'd have an even bigger stash," he smirked with amusement. Maybe Catherine liked to always have a bottle of whiskey on hand! They were always on the go with the circus, maybe she kept ten bottles stored away! He would.
"My records get their own room, though," he teased, nodding when she said that they could figure it out later. "And their own bed."
And he couldn't help but pull her close! He just wanted to be snuggled close with her! It had been a pretty fucking long time, considering his stupid fuck up with the whole Namah thing. They'd been in bed next to one another, sure. But it wasn't like this? They hadn't been close or intimate.
Sliding his hands down over her back, and letting his fingers curve down around her ass, he gave it a firm squeeze. Could she blame him?
Chuckling softly, but wincing and scrunching up his nose a bit as he parted from the kiss to look up at her, he brought his hands back up to tangle in the back of her hair. "I wanna do so many fuckin' things to you right now...." But that didn't count as resting, did it? Did he care? Unfortunately, he couldn't even laugh without pain, so he wasn't quite sure what they could do, but he just wanted her to know that. Honesty and all.