The front door opened to reveal a tired and frustrated Fell. A hard day's work was something he wasn't quite used to yet, now that it was just him and his mate. He grumbled a small- "M'home."- before heading to his room. The door was cracked open slightly. He pushed it open and looked inside to see you on the floor, clothes splayed across the carpet. Folded into neat piles. "Geez, ya didn't have to do my laundry for me sweetheart." He rasped, leaning against the door frame.