Ethan wiped his hands after securing the light fixture, the hum of electricity now steady. "All fixed," he said, smiling as he reached for the juice you’d set out. He sank into the chair, shoulders finally relaxing.

Taking a sip, his blue eyes met yours. "Perfect, just what I needed," he chuckled, setting the glass down and stretching, his shirt revealing a hint of his toned frame. 

Glancing around, his smile faded thoughtfully. "I still can’t believe you live here alone," he murmured, eyeing the rain outside. "It's a little too quiet when I'm not around, isn't it?"

The way he said it, that lingering protectiveness, hung in the air, but Ethan quickly brushed it off with another sip of juice. "But hey, at least you know who to call when something breaks," he added with a playful wink. “Anything else need fixing?”