"What else do we need?" she asked him, trying to make this more about a home that they could both enjoy, rather than a home that he'd cleaned up and given to her. From her understanding of the City, she could have had that herself already, if she'd wanted it. She didn't. She had enjoyed having Peter live with her, a quiet companion that sometimes needed her more than she ever needed him -- but there was something more to sharing a space with Eric.
This Eric, unlike the one she knew on the island, was warmer to her. Sometimes she caught an expression on his face that made her want to be closer to him. It turned her insides warm and made her feel like someone had poured something inside her that could only just barely be contained by her skin. Living with someone like that, well...
"I want you to like what's in your apartment, too," she said, as they walked to the next aisle. She reached down for his hand and laced her fingers in with his again.