Tate knew that he was being ridiculous about everything. She had promised that she was staying already, he really needed to stop worrying about it all. He nodded his head at work, “Alright, alright. I’ll be in there.” He motioned with his head to the door to his bedroom. He slipped his arms around her waist, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss. His lip wasn’t healed yet, but that would come eventually. He wanted to be able to kiss Emilia, he wasn’t going to stop doing it just because it hurt a little. “Thank you.” He wanted to say so much more, he couldn’t think of how to express himself just yet. It meant everything that she was there and helping take care of him. He was going to find some way to show her, even if it took him a bit to figure out how he could accomplish that.
He slipped off then and into his room, shutting his door. He wanted to give Emilia and Aly some privacy, so before he changed he did a quick silencing charm before he went about changing into a set of blue and grey pajama pants that hugged his hips and a large grey muscle tank that had slits that came down near his waist. He had pulled his pack of smokes out of the pocket of his jeans when he was setting them in the hamper, he knew Emilia hated the habit and he never smoked around her. He knew he wouldn’t need them anytime in the next few days, instead of stashing them in a drawer though he pitched them into the trash. Maybe he’d see about quitting that habit eventually too. For now he would at least be nicotine free for a few days.