Caius gazed back up at her, marveling a little at how beautiful she was, even in the dark. Even with everything going on, he’d come to her when he was in need and all fucked up and she had been there for him without question. That felt like a rare thing to Caius. The lovemaking shouldn’t have been a factor in whether or not he wanted to live with her again, but this had been much more than just a physical act. He gently stroked his hands against her sides and nodded a little. “Yes,” Caius whispered back. The moment seemed to require all this soft quietness. “... if you’ll have me.” The words came out a little vulnerable and unsure -- Reagan had gotten upset with him before for questioning whether she really wanted him around, but Caius hoped she wouldn’t this time. Living somewhere with someone was much different than just visiting more, but Caius felt now that he needed to be here. He wasn’t healing on his own, and it didn’t feel like he ever would if he stayed isolated, whether his memory problem got fixed or not. If Reagan had been such a big part of who he was, maybe he could get at least some of that Caius back by actually being with her.
Reagan smiled softly and nodded. She knew this didn't fix everything, that they still had to find those missing pages and work harder to figure out how to get Caius's memory back. She wasn't giving up on any of that. But having him there with her again, coming home to her after work, sleeping beside her every night... it made Reagan feel a bit more emotional than she probably should have. It was just difficult to hide, given how much she had been missing him over the past few weeks. She was glad it was dark in the room because she knew her eyes were probably turning red from the effort not to cry. Reagan leaned in and kissed him, a perfect excuse to close her eyes. "I want you here with me," she whispered against his lips. In any other moment, on every other day, the answer would have been quite obvious, and she probably would have pointed that out to him. But this felt different, like he needed to hear her say it without the frustration, or baggage that came with their situation. This was Caius's home too, whether he could remember it or not. And having him here might actually help him. Reagan was certainly willing to give it a try.
A knot in Caius’s stomach loosened at that assurance. It was definitely needed. He kissed her back, soft and gentle and meaningful. He didn’t know to say he was falling in love with her, but Reagan had definitely become more than just a strange caught up in this weird situation with him. He didn’t know what the future would hold, and Caius was so exhausted from trying to guess. He just knew that he felt good here, in bed with her, in ways that had very little to do with the sex. And with everything else in so much turmoil, he wanted to cling to anything that made him feel good. The incredible chemistry they obviously had was just a bonus. Caius kissed her for another long moment, then pulled back to take a deep breath, his hands stroking her back again. “Think you can sleep?” he whispered. “Can I get you anything?”