His eyes glanced over at her, a side-ways look if adoration he offered to nobody else. Eric kept very close company, a tight-knit community that actually consisted of Leeloo and Bran. That was it. He didn't really even consider the other of himself as part of that inner circle. It was just too weird.
They walked hand in hand down the aisles, the bags of linens stacked above them as they moved from one row to the next. And then when Leeloo finally pointed at one she liked, Eric nodded and pulled her to it gently.
Releasing her hand, he pulled the bag down and looked at the contents, checking the size to make sure it would fit the bed and what all it included. "If you like it, it's what we will get." he glanced up at her. He just wanted her to be happy. If she was, he could be.