"Mmm... Nope," she called over the box in her arms. It was overfull, but it was only one box. Maybe she'd move more clothes over later. For now, the essentials only. She didn't know exactly where she'd fit in his apartment, in his life. It meant a lot, though, that he was willing to accept her into all of it.
"Smells great," she called to him, as she somewhat awkwardly headed toward his bedroom. Their bedroom. She set her stuff down, then squatted down and dug through the box until she found the things she wanted to leave in the bathroom.
Something sad welled up inside her. Her life could be distilled into one single cardboard box. No wonder the Doctor had forgotten about her. She took a breath, pushed her hair away from her eyes, and started relocating her strawberry shampoo and her toothbrush and toothpaste.
But it didn't take too long. She wanted - she needed to be with Matt. It was ironic how much she wanted him to tell her she was welcome, even though he'd already done it. She was here, wasn't she? What a fool she was.
Rose hovered on the edge of the kitchen and living room, shifting her weight back and forth. "I can set the table," she offered over the sound of sizzling chicken.