Darlington lets out a deep, slow breath when her hand presses against his skin. "There are things I want to restore," he admits. "Rooms I want back, things I remember and miss. But...I want this to be more than a monument, or memorial. I want it to be a home." He puts an arm around her waist, holding her just as she's holding him. "Black Elm hasn't truly felt alive, completely alive, in years. I think we should change that."

He pauses, considering his next words, wanting to get them right. "I'll be letting go of my place in Dimera at the end of the month, I think," he says. "As long as I can get enough furniture here to make it livable. But I think you should keep the Bramford apartment. We can keep splitting the rent, make sure we have a warded place in town, but...that was your home before it was ever ours, and I'm not going to take that from you."