[Kaz remains lying on his back, but it’s mostly because that’s the most comfortable position with his leg. Lying on his side for too long makes it ache. Her voice carries well enough for him to hear her though, even if his own is as usual raspy in return.]

I do know where you live, and should I take that as an open invitation to return? Because I can pick a window lock, you know.

[He tilts his head to look at the wall of pillows where she lays on the other side.]

I can smell your shampoo on your pillows.

[He knows what it smells like now, thanks to having used it in her shower.]