He freezes and stares at her for a long moment.

He can't actually tell her the truth.

He's worried about so many damn things.

That he'll get used to having her around.

That He'll fall in love with her all over again.

That When she leaves (because she will, and rightfully so), his life will be quiet and just this side of too cold.

That all he'll have is his job, a father suffering from Alzheimer, and a sister who is, on her best day, a nutter, and on her worst, dangerous.

That he's fooling himself to think she would ever choose to stay with him.

"That you'll hog the bathroom," he deadpans, before getting up. "Come on."