“Oh, right.”  Eve said through the small opening before she turned back to the room.  It had not crossed her mind that he would need his clothes after his shower, though it made perfect sense now.  She went to the bed and opened the bag, picking out a casual shirt and jeans, clothing she assumed would be comfortable for him.  Even though they had been sharing the space of the apartment and confessed how they felt about each other, there were still areas that felt...complicated.  She returned to the door and for a moment wasn’t sure how to approach the matter at hand.<br/><br/>“I packed for both of us, I have some stuff here but I figured you didn’t.” She started.  “I’m going to uh...here I can just reach in and set it on the counter, promise not to look.”  Evelyn reached through the door to the counter, leaning her body in a bit to set the clothes on the counter.  Her eyes remained mostly closed but as she moved back toward the door she caught a glimpse of his torso...and then she immediately brought her hand up to shade her eyes.<br/><br/>She did not want to add any more pressure to him.  She didn’t want to rush things either but they could have been greatly injured or even killed today.  “You looked exhausted in the ritual room, and I would have packed pajamas but I actually wasn’t sure if you owned any or where they would be in the apartment.  I usually just sleep in my nightshirt and...you know, our lives are very strange.  I feel like a wife should know those sorts of things.  And like, what your favorite soda is, what kind of socks you like, that sort of thing...”. She was rambling, but her nerves were still a little frayed.  They both needed to relax a bit.