Leon rolled his neck from side to side as he dipped the paint roller into the paint tray sitting on the tarp-covered floor. His exhaustion is obvious, but an unconscious smile forms on his lips as he hears you humming quietly to yourself on the other side of the room. Your presence makes it easier to keep working, both of you doing your part to make this house a home. Your home. The hard part is far from over, but you’re getting there. Slowly. Fortunately, this was the last room that needed to be painted. Unfortunately, you still have mountains of boxes to unpack.

“Almost done this side,” he spoke before sighing. He squeezes his eyes shut tight enough for color to dot his vision as he opens them. Turning to check over at your progress, his tone softens, “You doing okay over there?”