"Me either?" Chase offered with a hopeful shrug when Kiley said she didn't have any idea what she was talking about. Words were hard, figuring out your own head was even worse. He couldn't blame her for not being any better than he was at it. Maybe that was one of the reasons why they fit when conversations like this happened.
His grin returned when she agreed, and he bounced a little on his heels for a few seconds before he let his hands move to her hips, not pulling her closer but wanting the contact. It centered him again, and made it easier to talk with some semblance of confidence. "It'll be great, and if it's not then we can go back to what we were doing before. I won't be mad. And if you want space whenever we can do whatever you need. And I can clear out drawers in the dresser, I never use the whole thing anyway." He almost wanted to say they could move the door back, so that they'd have it there with them too, but didn't. It was a part of them, something they'd done together, something that was once his and was now hers, but she'd probably need it sometime.