@wyattnadir
Now that Izzy and Wyatt were living together, not much had changed. She was working more, maybe, considering she’d taken some time to move and get things in their places. She’d been enjoying figuring out where everything went though, knowing that it was her own. And Wyatt seemed happy, maybe because they’d finally gotten on the same page. They’d even managed to help each other with the projects they’d set for themselves, finding new things to do with the new house. She was just happy that he was happy, even though she still has to remind herself from time to time not to freak out. Lifting an arm to paint the wall, one that’s been an eye sore since they moved in, she grins over to Wyatt who’s got some new tool to work with for hanging a picture she’d found. “You know if you end up screwing yourself to the wall, I’m going to use that time to take advantage of you,” she smirks. Izzy isn’t really sure if the thing he’s holding screws anything but she couldn’t pass up an opportunity for the innuendo. “Does this mean we can finally have the housewarming party? I have some cute ideas and everyone keeps asking me when it is.”