New stuff didn't generally scare Kiley. She was always willing to try anything at least once. But this was different. Chase was used to being a shut in, and being comfortable in his space, mostly alone. Kiley liked to roam, and explore, whether alone or with others. Even in Zenith, she still had that ability, even if she couldn't go as far as she used to. But she felt a little more closed in than before, and she supposed They knew that. It wasn't Chase's fault.
"I lived with my parents until my mom left," Kiley explained. "And then just my dad... and then just my uncle. I've never had to share space before without being able to... leave. I've never lived with a guy that I've...you know." She gestured between them with her free hand. It pissed her off that They knew taking away her space would freak her out, and that she knew that They knew and still freaked out. Fuck.
Kiley tried not to sigh. "I'll tell you if I need space. Or if I want to change anything, or not change anything. I don't know right now. I still have my stuff, so I guess that's something. We'll just deal with it as we can. And if I start to drive you crazy..." Kiley trailed off with a faint smile. "You need to tell me too."