Erik was silent the entire walk up to the apartment building, feeling slightly nervous as most of the interaction he'd had with women had been them shunning him or saying wicked things. He didn't want to make himself look like a fool in front of Christine and he didn't want to hurt her in anyway. What if he said the wrong thing to her now that she was surely his? He desperately wanted to ask the young soprano to stay with him for the night for just a bit but before he could think to ask, she was doing it for him when they made it up to the entrance to the lobby.
Erik looked down at her hand, his thumb sliding over the cool, pale skin slowly, tracing one of the blue veins he could barely see underneath the surface. "Of course you may," he answered, lifting his head again and watching the woman, hardly believing that this was reality.
Licking at his dry lips, he moved his arm around her lean shoulders instead and tugged her into the warmth of the building, towards the elevator, holding her smaller form close. He didn't know what they would spend their time together doing, but Erik knew just being with the woman was what true happiness was.