He could deposit him on the couch. Where the remains of September's blanket nest remain. Instead, he passes it by, into their room instead. It's just as they left it, too. A bit more dust - smelling like an abandoned room, instead of somewhere warm.

But the bed's still there. There are still blankets and comfort.

"Here. Clothes are same place as always. I'll be right back."

Not before he steals a kiss of his own.