"If I wasn't already heading home, very literally." Izumo took the chopsticks and shuffled back to the table. Setting his bag down beside the chair, he fished his food out of the plastic bag. "Move in for about a week and rearrange ever damn drawer and cabinet in the house."

He opened the containers with quick hands. He was hungry. "So if you're OCD about where things go, don't ever invite me to stay."