How much did they drink? Hinata never imagined drunk Sasuke would look so adorable. He looked tired, but not grumpy. Just kind of content?

Sasuke flopped down on the couch and twisted himself to look at her with his face smooshed uncomfortably on the arm to be able to see her. "Do you need anything?"

Hinata giggled. "I don't think so."

"What are you laughing at." Sasuke's voice came out muffled from the pout on his lip and the way his face was squished.

Hinata wheeled herself toward the couch. "You know, usually, when assigned to be a carer, you're supposed to do it sober."

"You told me to go." Sasuke pointed at her, letting his hand flop down on her lap.

Hinata leaned over him, sniffing. "Sake?"

"Did you want some? I wasn't sure if you drank." Sasuke grumbled.

"Maybe when I'm not on medication." Hinata patted his hand.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow clumsily. "You do drink?"

Why did that question sound like a follow-up? "I can. I think it's a bit sad to drink alone."

"Can you wheel yourself home?" Sasuke looked to be interested in the answer.

"I haven't tried, but I would hope I know to stop before the point I couldn't." Hinata pushed back the hair he left to flop in front of his face. "How much did you drink?"

"Naruto was blaming me for his problems." A few bottles each, then?

"Did you cause his problems?" Hinata giggled as Sasuke's face scrunched, offended. So, yes. Who would have thought Sasuke was such an honest drunk? "Did you at least buy?"

Sasuke rolled over, ducking his head under his arm. "Yeah."

"Well, that should help." Hinata reached past him with some trouble, pulling the blanket off the couch. "I can make it into bed. You sleep."

"You sure?" Sasuke lifted his head to look at her as she tucked him in.

Hinata nodded. "Just take a shower in the morning, okay?"

Sasuke glared at her window. It was too bright. He turned his head to the racket that woke him up. Hinata was in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"You're up." Hinata addressed as she poked at her pan.

Sasuke tossed himself up. "How are you feeling?"

"I should be asking you that. Drink some water." Hinata flicked her utensil toward the sink.

"I shouldn't have gone out with the idiot." Sasuke rubbed his face, padding over to the sink.

Hinata giggled. "How many bottles of sake did you two drink?" Sasuke shook his head as he drank his glass of water. He didn't remember. Hinata raised an eyebrow at him.

"Don't look at me like that. We don't drink that often." Sasuke looked down, feeling his face heat up.

Hinata plated his breakfast, holding it out to him. "Eat, shower, change. When you're done, I need help into the tub."

Sasuke grabbed his plate and sat down, glancing over at the bag he had packed a few days ago. This was going to be over soon, staying with her. Hinata was well enough to do almost everything she did before, except lowering herself in and out of the bath. That was the only reason he felt comfortable drinking last night.

Once Hinata could lift herself up solidly again, he would return home to his own apartment. Sasuke had lived on his own for far longer than she had, and he owned less furniture.

Sasuke didn't even have a couch to crash on.

Hinata pointed across the table at the teapot. Sasuke nodded. If he wanted tea, he would have to make it. Filling the pot and holding it in her lap was challenging while she brought it over to her hot plate. Moving it anywhere once it was hot was even more difficult because she couldn't put it in her lap anymore.

Hinata preferred coffee, but pour-over coffee was even more challenging than tea.

This house really wasn't built for her height.

At least his apartment was made for a right-handed person because that's all he had left. Too bad he was left-handed. Sasuke still couldn't sign his name like he used to. There were wheels on his washing machine, so when you pulled on the door, the whole thing rolled forward, and there was a child lock on the medic cabinet he could never get open. There could be something in there for the previous owner, for all he knew.

Hinata tilted her head, putting it in her hand. "What are you thinking about?"

"We should move in together." Sasuke voiced the thought that had bounced around all week.

Hinata's head straightened back up, but her eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"This place isn't made for you, and you're making most of my meals anyway," Sasuke said thoughtfully, looking over his shoulder at her apartment. "Maybe we can find a place that doesn't take two hands to open the windows." When Sasuke looked back, Hinata's face looked guarded. Did he offend her? Surely she knew that he knew she was capable of taking care of herself. So could he. Didn't mean it was easy. "Never mind, forget I said it. I'm going to go shower."

Hinata thumbed through yesterday's paper. Today's was probably out in front of her door. She rarely got it unless she was leaving for work, it wasn't worth the hassle, but Sasuke had been bringing it in.

Sasuke shook a towel on his head as he came out in fresh clothes. He eyed her as he sat back down on the couch, tossing his old clothes onto his bag. "Anything interesting."

"They used to list apartments somewhere," Hinata explained thoughtfully.

"You're actually considering it?" Sasuke leaned forward.

Hinata flipped the page. "You were serious, weren't you?"

"Yeah, but you didn't look like you were too happy with the idea," Sasuke rested the damp towel around his shoulders, leaning over her paper.

Hinata laid it out. "It's not really normal." Neji might have a stroke if he discovered she moved in with a boy. Sasuke raised his eyebrow. "But we aren't really normal, right?" Sasuke accepted that answer. "Here it is." Hinata folded the paper down to the part she wanted. Hinata's lips pierced together. "Do you think we could get a place with no ledge into the shoe area?"

Sasuke held a finger up. "You take a bath first, and let me make tea. My head's killing me."

Hinata pointed to the cabinet. "There is a hangover medication to the right of the sink."

"Why do you have hangover medication on hand?" Sasuke wondered, opening the drawer.

"In case I need it?"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow as he pulled out the medication.

After they were both showered, Sasuke boiled water, Hinata steeped the tea, and he took it to the living room. Hinata locked her chair and flexed her fingers before taking the cup.

"Hand still hurt?" Sasuke asked.

"Where the cut was." Hinata agreed, sipping her tea. "I might hurt more than the rest of me for a week."

Sasuke nodded his head at her chair. "It's okay to wheel yourself to work?"

Hinata nodded. "It's irritating but not open anymore, so it's just like pushing on a bruise."

"Maybe a place closer to the Hokage tower." Sasuke thought.

"Naruto-sama would be closer." Hinata reminded him. Sasuke's face fell. Hinata giggled. "Isn't it expensive?"

"I have money." Sasuke shrugged. "The most modern buildings are closest to the Hokage tower because of all the rebuilding."

Hinata put her chin in her hand and pouted, looking at the listings. "How many of these do you think are on the second floor? They don't even tell you."

Sasuke agreed. They tell you a lot in these tiny listings. "I could head round the realty office this week. See if I can narrow it down."

"Maybe you can find a landlord that would let us put rails in the bathroom." Hinata looked back to the hall. "Or a place with bigger hallways I could turn around in."

Sasuke dropped his bag back in his own apartment. Hinata was recovering, so he had no reason to keep sleeping on her couch. Though her apartment was bigger than his, it wasn't big enough for the both of them. She caught her chair on his bag twice, and he made a point to put it out of her way.

Sasuke was surprised Hinata was actually considering moving in with him. He didn't even know why he said it out loud. It made sense, they were already meeting multiple times a week to help each other out, but Hinata liked her independence, and he liked living alone. He spent his whole shower thinking about what he was going to say that was going to make it clear he was thinking more about how much she made his life easier rather than having an impulse to help her.

But it would be easier to ensure she kept new rubber feet on her step stool. Sasuke made a face. Hinata took care of everything and accepted what she needed to. Wasn't there something that she could submit that would let her put up railings in the bathroom? Surely there was paperwork she could turn in to force them to let her do that. But that was just it, wasn't it? Hinata wouldn't want to use her disability status, even if she actually should, for something she needed.

But could they find an apartment that would suit them better?