She makes a little fond hum.

"I can see myself loving you," she murmurs back. "You're a sweetie."

Eeeeeeeeeeeee he nuzzles her to hide his face.

He's so cute.

"Mmokay, need to get up. I've got work." She leans over and kisses his forehead. Then, something occurs to her. "... um. I'm a nurse, I don't work in the trauma ward but be careful?"

"...hm? Oh. I've... been around battlefields. I'm fine with blood."

"Oh. Okay." She gives him another forehead kiss, then disentangles herself to get up, stretching a little.

He sits up and keeps watching her with an enraptured look on his face.

Yvette starts sorting through drawers to figure out what she's going to wear for the day, already falling into a familiar routine. In fact, she moves to start taking off her nightgown, before she abruptly remembers that she's not alone and turns a little pink.

"Um. I'm sorry, could you, um."

"—oh." He disappears for a second and when he reappears he's turned around and blurred in place again.

Yvette was expecting him to go hang out on the roof or something but, uh, this works too. She guesses. She'll just uh, get changed quickly.

"Okay, done," she says, when she's out of the nightgown and in something more decent. "Uh, I'm just going to go about my morning routine. You can borrow any of my books that you like, and. I suppose you're probably going to be sneakily following me around all day, aren't you."

"...I could stay away..."

"It's fine," she sighs. "The part that makes me uncomfortable is how the vampire mating's affected you and made you very single minded? I won't pretend to be thrilled at being stalked, but when I think about someone ghosting through life for two hundred and fifty years finally meeting someone they care about and not wanting to let them out of their sight for fear that they'll disappear..." She looks away, and gives a little shrug. "I'll take being stalked over you wringing your hands the entire time I'm doing anything else, worried that I'll evaporate into smoke the instant I'm out of your sight."

"...I don't think humans turn to smoke very often," he offers.

... This earns a little giggle.

"Not that I know of, no!" she agrees, amused.

"So that is not one of the things I'm worried about," he concludes.

"I was using artful metaphor to demonstrate my point instead of listing things that are actually plausible and that you might find upsetting."

He laughs and shrugs.

She's so pleased he displayed a personality though!!!! That was a sense of humor, she saw it!

Yvette expresses her excitement by giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Anyway, yes. Morning routine. You can borrow any of my books, and I wholeheartedly support you trying anything that seems like it might be remotely enjoyable."

Eeeeeee "Getting kissed is enjoyable," he tries.

"Unfortunately I cannot cuddle you all day and kiss you," she snorts. "I have things to do. But if you see anyone else you'd enjoy kisses from, please feel free to indulge!"

"I don't think that's how it works."

"No?" She knew perfectly well that this isn't how that works. "Well, regardless. I will be happy if you do things to make yourself happy. Okay?"

"...okay."

“It’s okay if you can’t immediately figure anything out, don’t beat yourself up about it. Just. You deserve to be happy.” And then he gets another cheek kiss and okay now it’s morning routine time, she has lots of things to do and breakfast to make and makeup to put on and whatnot!

He... doesn't. Have much to do, that is.

...maybe he could try reading those books again.

The books are right where he left them, available for reading!