She snorted. "There's a reason that holes stayed in these walls until Malcolm got around to fixing them." One, she didn't care, and two... well. She also just didn't care. But it had been a long, long time since she'd had a place she'd feel anything special about. Kilgrave had ruined whatever happy memories she had in relation to her childhood home along with this place.

A place for just them? A place where they could make a whole bunch of new memories, ones not tainted by all the screaming skeletons in her closets... The glee she felt in that idea should have told her how much she needed to get away from ties to her old, painful memories. "There's Youtube tutorials. And Malcolm might pitch in. I can definitely take care of any walls that need to be demoed."

She hadn't realized how dark her life had been before he'd come in and shone his little light around. Until he'd given her a reason to want things again. "Our food's getting cold." Not that she cared. She could stand here swaying with him for hours.