He smiled a little at her “well…the that’s that. Come on. You should get out of this stuff. Water’s still able to make its way through, and you’ll be too sick to be nice to me tomorrow.” He leaned forward before he stood up, his pack moving a bit as he did. He turned to her and held out his hand “If it’s not to forward, Emily. The moving van hasn’t come yet, and I need a place to stay. You mind if I come over? If anything, it’ll give us the time to continue our conversation in a drier place.”<br/><br/>He knew he’d back off if she waved a no-go flag at him, but he just didn’t see it happening. He was curious as to what they were both prepared for, and nervous. Very nervous. He suddenly tried to think back to his last moment with another woman, and knew it had been a while. There always seemed to be something to do, and he threw himself into his business. Saving lives…subconsciously looking to save himself. But this was something different…she was something he wanted to savor instead of save, and even with a pack on it appeared as though a bit of weight was taken off of his shoulders as well.<br/>