[ a boy's dream indeed, but louis is always a dreamer. setting her down, he sighs, feeling the weight of what she says immediately. won't be the first time, won't be the last. ]

Yeah. We can take shifts, the three of us. We'll be alright - got some gifts to help.

[ he reaches for her face then, perhaps too familiar, perhaps too comfortable, but the fear he feels settle by her presence is enough. he leans forward and presses a kiss to her forehead, soft, fleeting. he pulls back and looks her in the eye. ]

You lock your door. Anything happens, yell for me in your mind. I'll be listening, yeah?