Ezra looked at her a bit confused and opened his mouth a moment before closing it. Had she really thought his home wasn't her own? He had spoken with his parents about integrating her into their everyday lives and he just assumed it was a matter of time before she decided to officially bring her items over. The house was small, but the two of them didn't need much room, and his mom had already said Marta would need to help with the cleaning. It actually made him feel a bit embarrassed that he had assumed these things, while she was sitting here thinking she had nowhere to go.

"Marta...you've been living here since I left the hospital. I thought you knew this was your home. I would have gone with you to get your things, but I just assumed you felt like you were welcome here," Ezra said with a small chuckle, "Ma and Pa already discussed it. They'll get their room back when I'm better and we'll take the living room. I can sleep on the floor and you can take the sofa. I'm sorry, love. I thought you knew you were already home when you came here."

He ran a hand through her hair and pulled her close to him. He rubbed her back gently before planting a kiss on her forehead. She was a part of his life from now on and with things heading the way they were with Hitler he refused to let his parents push his feelings aside. He was reckless and he'd give his life for any cause which meant he was destined to die before he was old and gray. He was determined to live his life for himself these days even it meant it could be his last time seeing the ones he cared about. He settled back into the bed and brought Marta with him. He'd been in slightly less pain today, but the standing and few steps he'd taken made him feel like he had just ran a couple blocks.

"How did they find out? I thought we kept it hidden well enough from your side of town. Unless..." his jaw clenched a little, "it was Oscar wasn't it?"