[Lorenz chuckles, shifting to run his fingers through Fenris' hair. The soft words are a gift unto themselves, even as Lorenz already knows Fenris cares for him as much as he does. He knows that, and he is very fond of love languages beyond stating it outright, indeed, but he is also a poet— romantic professions of this kind are just as treasured as the warm weight of Fenris against him and the low rumble of his voice.

It's enough, he thinks; to be together anywhere would be enough, and this tiny apartment (with needy dog now yapping outside the bedroom door) is only a bonus. So--]

Fenris... I feel the same, and so— I have a question. [A beat, ahem.] Would you like to live here? You already do, more or less... I believe this space is yours as much as it's mine.

[So ultimately it's a purely symbolic gesture, or the agreement to say "ours" instead of "yours" all the time. That kind of gesture.]

What do you think?