The checks excluded the usual mess and mayhem Emmeline left so as to know it was her, but otherwise it was the same. Perhaps some may have mentioned that as a reason Kingsley did not take interest in the idea of bringing anyone else home, of making that habit known, but frankly, he disagreed. Kingsley needed things to be neat and organized, so that almost anything else was pushed to wait rather than leave something he was doing undone, not in the right way - matters of life and death, of course, being the most obvious exception. Many of them were left out in times such as these, but safety always mattered. And he had been this way even before Voldemort had returned, though then it had more concern to do with anything being out of its proper place.
But they both had that habit, so Kingsley was pleased to see she hadn't been...waiting patiently or nor for him to finish his...ritual some had called it. But his mind slipped easily back to her, the way they still held hands and stood close. And they grew closer as she stepped in, and Kingsley hadn't been expecting more of her, by way of explanation. He suspected much, from how she had behaved, despite not knowing her superbly well before her coma.
Emmeline spoke, and Kingsley's mind easily flashed through his memories for everything she said. The answer - confirming her own - had been suspected, as he hadn't been able to recall anything immediately, but he listened. His other arm wrapped around her back, offering a small measure of support as she talked, with him at least, for the first time about not letting go of her emotions. He hadn't seen her do it, but to hear, to know, to be told, was a more private act, matter. And yes, he knew about the walls, her limitations while they still fought important battles, but that in and of itself was closer than before.
"You have provided yet another reason I want this finished," Kingsley replied, "I want to get to know you and to help you however you need it, once you can afford to. Until then, my arms are always open for you." They weren't his best words, particularly at the end, but there were far worse ways of saying it. And he hoped she understood him, as he was understanding her.
Waiting a few moments, Kingsley leaned down, pulling her closer, and kissed her again.