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They came to an agreement early on: since Kaylee's much busier than Simon right now, even if he helps, and since Simon will be much busier after they've moved, it only makes sense for him to do the bulk of their packing now and for her to do the bulk of the unpacking later.

This means careful documenting and labeling, while he's putting things into boxes; it'll save a lot of trouble in the unpacking, since he might not be there to remember where he put what. In short: making lists.

He's a bit confused by the pair of unfamiliar books he's just come across, though.

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"I think I'm okay with that." She lets her head fall back on the pillow. "Can live with it."

And -- it helps, to hear her say that; the strange dreamlike sadness recedes further.

She's happy to be with you. She is.

Simon bends closer and drops a kiss between her shoulder blades, as he finishes the backrub. "Better?"

"Loads." The word comes out as a sigh. "I'll be nice in the mornin'. 'F that's okay."

"Dangran."

Absently, much more lightly, one hand is still stroking her back.

"Sleep well, ai ren."

"You gonna stay?"

He never actually answered, the first time.

"Yes," he murmurs. "I'm gonna stay."

Kaylee shifts a little, turning on her side to face him, reaching out to touch his cheek.

He turns in toward her, bends close and slides both arms around her, gathering her into a gentle hug.

She lets her head fall against his.

Mumbled: "Don't go nowhere."

He closes his eyes.

"I won't."

"This 's nice." Even more mumbled than before.

"Mm-hm."

He's starting to feel a little sleepy himself.

"I'm glad I came."

"Be gladder -- "

A massive yawn.

" -- in the mornin'."

Simon can't quite suppress a chuckle at that.

And then an echoing yawn.

"...if I'm going to sleep, I should at least take my shoes off."

Kaylee starts to giggle.

"What?"

"'S got to be the first time since I known you that you didn't."

And now he's laughing too, quietly.

"C'mon." She grins up at him. "Take it off. And come back here to me."

"Just be a moment," he murmurs, a little sheepishly, and sits up.

Unfastens his shoes, and lines them up at the edge of the bed.

And sighs, and hauls himself to his feet, and starts taking off the rest of his clothes.

From behind him comes a low whistle.

"I just don't want to sleep in my clothes," he says, half laughing, half defensive.

Kaylee shifts up, leaning on her elbow. "Honey, that wasn't any kind of complaint."

"Oh, good." Wry.

He finishes folding his shirt, and sets it on the chair; his pants are already draped neatly over its back.

Kaylee is beaming at him. "We'll work some on your presentation, but that was pretty good." Encouraging.