Aleksandr got next to her and picked her back up, holding her closely to his body. He bit his lip lower lip gently, just now realizing the thinness of the hospital gown she was wearing.  He had been so excited to pick her up in the first place... His heart fluttered a bit, followed by an immenseness of guilt flushing over him. He carried her out of her bedroom swiftly and into the bathroom, "I'll wait in the living room for you..." He put her down carefully in front of the sink.  He let out a small breath and exited the bathroom to give her some privacy.

He glanced at her bedroom door as he exited the bathroom and made his way to the living room to sit back down. His elbows rested on his knees as he tried to shake the fuzziness from his mind.  His fingers began to play with each other as he waited for Sylvia to get the things she needed from the bathroom. He closed his eyes and let out another deep breath. Living with her was not going to be as easy as he had thought. His thoughts began to wander into different directions--all the things that could possibly go wrong with her living under their roof. 

Who would do her laundry?  [I]I could do her laundry, no...[/I]  He thought of her intimate garments, shaking the thought from his mind.  He could not imagine his father doing her laundry; although, his father was probably a better candidate than him.  He sat back in the seat and looked over at the bathroom and then down at his lap. Her scent was like some drug, and he wasn't sure he was okay with it. [@Arista]