Kyle picked up the clothes off the floor, quite happily actually, and set them into the laundry basket. Sure, you were a bit messy and he often had to pick up after you but.. you were here, you were his, and we shared this room together. His heart felt like it could burst with hysterical laughter of joy when faced with the joyous reality he's been blessed with.

"Hey, you got any more dirty clothes? I'm about to do laundry." Kyle asked, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. Ah man, this was actually so great. Sure, you got kicked out of your house and everything but like, oh man, you're here. Ruining his sleep schedule to spend more time with you was so worth it.

"You should like, stop hiding your dirty clothes under the bed. We have a laundry basket y'know?" Kyle sighed, playfully scolding you. He accepted the dirty clothes from you and ruffled your hair, his fingers lingering for a moment before his face flushed with realization. 'ugh, that was embarrassing..' he chuckled.

"Let me know if you need anything ok?" Kyle murmured and stumbled to the door, taking one glance at you before he headed out. His to do list? Laundry, wash dishes and go to work. But he gets to come home to you and that's pretty swag y'know? Maybe we'll cook together tonight..