Tyson pushed a door open on the second floor and signalled for Skylar to walk in. She took a deep breath and stepped in. Tyson followed suit and shut the door behind him.
"This is your room now. At least, whenever you're here, you don't have to be in such a hurry to leave since you already have a room to yourself." Tyson smiled, barely.
Thank you but that's not really necessary. All I need is a place to crash for the night and I'll go back to my place first thing in the morning. You really don't have to.... you know, assign a room to me or anything."
"You're right, I don't have to but I want to. It's my choice. This room is yours, all yours." He smiled fully this time then sighed. "Moreover, what kind of husband would I be if my own wife doesn't have a room to herself in her husband's house?"
Skylar opened her mouth but he shook his head and replied instead. "A terrible husband, that's what."
"Thank you," Skylar murmured and he groaned.