Headcanon: If Caleb built or had a house built, the cabinets would be ever so slightly out of reach. He knew you didn’t need his help anymore, especially for something so mundane, which is why he couldn’t stop himself. Caleb still needed you to rely on him, even for the smallest task, such as grabbing a plate. And if you pointed it out. How inconvenient it is to get a plate or a mug. How the cabinets are slightly out of reach. As if they were built specifically to inconvenience you. He would smile, a faint but coy smile, his arms over his chest as he watched you stand on your toes just for a cup. He might even chuckle because, of course, they were made with you in mind. And every single time, he’d reach over you to grab whatever your fingers grazed.