Mamoru set down the last box, surprised by how few there were. Usagi spent her life accumulating things, with stories to match. To bring so few into his – their – apartment was unexpected.
When asked, Usagi stared at her shoes. "I didn't want to take up all your space."
"My space means nothing if you aren't in it," he told her gently. "There's plenty of room for everything important to you."
"Really?"
"Do you think you can fill another few boxes?"
"Pretty sure!" Usagi cried, launching herself into his arms.
Mamoru kissed the top of her head and smiled. "Welcome home."