I find homes for most of my stuff in the modernly decorated Beta suite that is Tate’s home. Something I do notice, considering it is meant to be a home, there aren’t a great deal of things here. Plenty of clothes but definitely minimal things to make it homely. Or maybe that is coming from someone who had spent the last ten years living with an elderly lady who liked to collect tat, and basically had loads of clutter in her house. That could be it…
Tate has disappeared. Likely sick of unpacking, and who could blame him? I sure had taken up a lot of his time today. I assume he may have gone for a shower as I can hear water running. So, once I finish putting the last things away, I wander out of the bedroom and out into the corridor again. Just as Tate is stepping from the bathroom, a towel
