Eric nodded at her, watching her move as she left the comfort of the new sheets for the expansion of a bathroom. A newly decorated bathroom. When the door was closed, Eric looked around again at the room and took everything in. Bran squawked from the other room, and Eric shrugged at the emptiness.
He then rose and turned down the comforter and top sheet, exposing the layer beneath. The pillows were arranfed as such, and when it looked inviting enough he crawled back in and rested down into the warmth of the sheet and blanket. It was defiantly a compliment to the room, the color and style of the set.
Only when Leeloo had re-appeared and was settled next to him did he pull the blankets up around her and hold her close. "Perfect," he replied. And it was. And she was. He brushed his fingers gently across the skin of her arm, tracing the lines slowly. She smelled so good. Leeloo had been this close before, but the circumstance was different. He welcomed the change of atmosphere, and wondered why it had taken them so long to get here. And how he didn't end up with this version of her in that other world. He should have fought harder for her.
Eric was having trouble figuring out exactly what it was about Macklyn that his double was so taken with...when what he needed was right here in his arms.