He could only nod to Rose's response about unpacking. She could bring as much or as little as she wanted, her impression on his apartment was one for anticipation. How her things blended with his own...he was anxious to see how it unfolded. Curious, even. But at her own pace.
Matt steeled his excitement by portioning their dinner on to plates Rose had seen before. But that was alright. Matt had never seen them truly but knew the pattern. He carried the plates easily into the dining area and set them appropriately.
He beamed at Rose, "Take as long as you need to." The words felt right. For some reason they did. "I'm pretty quick when I have the right motivation," Matt explained, pulling Rose close gently, "I'm glad you're here."