Gillian kind of missed London. It reminded her of New York, but New York had horns blaring and sirens screaming. London was a lot more... respectful of the fact that it was dark and people were trying to sleep. It was still busy, alive with people and traffic, but all that artificiality dimmed when the sun was down. Or maybe it was just that she had missed Cal, who had been in London up until yesterday. It was good to have him home. She had no idea how used to being with him she was until he had been gone for several days.

Cal hit the lights in the bathroom and padded across the room in the dark. He found his way easily across his bedroom and jumped on the bed. Gillian was jostled by the movement of the mattress as Cal climbed beneath the covers. As soon as he had settled Gillian turned over to be closer to him.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Hi," Gillian echoed, finding skin and kissing it. It was his neck; warm and smelling clean.

Cal's arm settled over hers, holding her in an embrace against his side; she could feel the warmth of his torso soak around her skin through his shirt. It had been a while since he wore a shirt to bed. Usually they were trying to get naked. "Did you have fun?"

"Fun?" Gillian asked confused. What about this week had warranted 'fun'?" Aside from Cal coming home. That was fun. And then there was them moving in together. Which should have been fun but was actually stressful because there was just too much stuff and no enough space. There were still boxes everywhere. But they were together.

"Talkin' about me behind my back with my old man?" He asked it lightly. Wow he must have been saving up this conversation for a while. Nothing had been fun about watching Cal visit his elderly father in a hospital.

"Mm," Gillian mused lightly, deciding to play on innocence until he revealed what he was talking about in particular. "He told me you used to wet the bed as a child." He hadn't but Gillian didn't know the bed wetting was actually true.

"Find me a kid who didn't and I'll show you a shelta-ed upbringin'."

Gillian wasn't sure if that was a joke or not, whether that was an accurate statement or not and whether this was what he actually wanted to talk about or not. It was certainly thought-provoking and she figured that was merely what Cal wanted, to silence her with something outlandish; to see what she would say next. "Bed wetting is character building then?"

"Nah, whateva caused them to wet the bed was characta buildin'."

"Interesting theory doctor."

"May I change the subject?" He asked politely.

"Please do," Gillian responded dryly.

"About you movin' in."

"Have you changed your mind?"

A bit late considering she'd let her place go and everything she owned was here.

"No I didn't change my mind. I was thinkin'. Bit crowded."

Gillian gave a light laugh. "Yeah." There was that but then there was also something else that was kind of bugging her now. Her place was obviously too small for the both of them plus the occasional Emily. So she had moved in with Cal. But now that she was there... It had got her thinking about things. "I meant to talk to you about that."

"About what?" Cal's tone was suddenly sharp and he felt tense against her. "What about it?" He challenged.

Gillian would have laughed, she would have, and teased, if he didn't seem unexpectedly agitated. He tended to bicker with her at work and then get quiet at home. He sounded a little offended right now and maybe a little tired. Gillian shifted away from him slightly. With her eyes adjusted, she could see most of Cal's face in the poor light and she could guess at the intensity of his gaze, even if she was unable to see it clearly. Why was he so... affronted? What had she said?

"I'm not backing out Cal," Gillian reassured him, taking a stab as to what was bothering him and deciding to cut him some slack. She wondered why he could talk about it but she couldn't. Cal grumped something under his breath she didn't catch. She leaned in to squeeze him tight across his ribs. "All I was going to say was, I've been thinking about how things are and... This is the house you bought with Zoe and this is the house you raised your daughter in, together. I think maybe we could start over. I want to have a place where we start our own memories."

Cal was silent for a moment. What she was proposing was a lot more than just moving in together. She was talking about an entire future. Gillian had to prompt him. "What do you think?"

Beneath her embrace, it felt like Cal sighed. "I think that's fair enough luv," his voice softened and his hand came up to rest over her arm. "I was gonna suggest maybe findin' somewhere bigga," and he sounded less annoyed now he could see they were actually talking about the same thing.

"I'd like for us to buy a place together."

"You wanna go house huntin' with me?" He sounded a little incredulous. Or amused. Mostly amused.

"Yeah," Gillian confirmed. "What do you think?"

"I think... let the games begin!"

Gillian laughed, pleased. "You'd be all right with that? About leaving here?"

"Yeah," Cal agreed. "I think it would be ratha fittin' to finally move on from the old marital home I shared with my ex-wife. She sure as shit moved on."

Gillian could hear the bitterness in his voice easily.

"You're right," Cal added.

"Wait, let me get some sort of recording device," Gillian pushed herself to sit.

Cal chuckled good-naturedly and pulled her back down against him. "Calm it down Gill." Gillian laughed a little herself and then he added, "I'll say it again for you in the mornin'. You can get your recorda then. All right?"