[It's not an unreasonable question. They spend the majority of their time together here. He's got several changes of clothes here, his own toothbrush . . . not his shitty shampoo, thank god, but almost everything else. They have a specific shelf for his weapons. He pretty much lives here already.

But it's a Step, and so he takes the time to consider it. Keeps his head buried against the crook of Lorenz's neck, listening to Nugget yap pointedly at them.

It's . . . important, on some level, to have a place of his own. To have something that's his, just his. It had been important in Kirkwall, too, albeit in a different way. Danarius' manor was never home, but he'd reveled in squatting there, making it his own through sullen inaction and spiteful inclination.

But he would enjoy being with Lorenz constantly. Ours, and there are a few things he wants to establish before he commits, but . . . it would be wonderful to wake up to Lorenz each morning. To not have to cross the city in order to be together; to not have to plan whether or not he wants to stay over at the end of the night.]

. . . what if instead I took the apartment next to yours?

[He says it softly.]

Both of them could be ours. We each of us could have an impact on the other's space. All that would separate us would be a single door. But I would also have a place that was mine, completely and utterly. And that is important to me. I've never had that before.

We would share a bed, a kitchen . . . a life together.