[The connecting apartment, which currently serves as Pizza Float Storage and little else, has been quite a headache... Fenris claiming the space as his own is a neater solution than anything Lorenz had come up with himself, up to and including boarding the door shut just in case the city dumped a different stranger in there. So-- points for practicality.
Lorenz skims his fingers down the back of Fenris' neck in an idle motion, considering it. It's not outlandish by any means; his own parents had more or less their own wings of the same house, coming together to eat and sleep and little else. While the trappings of convenient noble marriages are quite the opposite of loving both one man and one's own personal space, the groundwork is there.]
I would like that— it should be quite easy to share without tripping over one another. [Literally or otherwise-- it is not a massive apartment.] Of course I want to be with you, but we need hardly tie ourselves together to accomplish it.
[To take both spaces and push them together into ours, into a life and a home, sounds... wonderful. The walls in the other apartment are still nauseatingly pink, but they can workshop that. It will sort itself out, and it takes him a moment to focus back on the conversation and not planning out the whole process. He is naught but a busybody with a thirst for domestic tasks...
But: yes, a fine compromise. Just the thought of being able to start and end each day with Fenris curled up next to him makes a fond warmth bloom in his chest, and that he's smiling about it is clear in his voice.]
Both of them together will be our, ah... unconventional little house.
[Here in this apartment building, indeed. He gestures above them with his other hand as he says it, a short flourish to emphasize our! and house! Their own thing! Superb.]
And now you have a project to work on while you rest that injury. How fortuitous.
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[The connecting apartment, which currently serves as Pizza Float Storage and little else, has been quite a headache... Fenris claiming the space as his own is a neater solution than anything Lorenz had come up with himself, up to and including boarding the door shut just in case the city dumped a different stranger in there. So-- points for practicality.
Lorenz skims his fingers down the back of Fenris' neck in an idle motion, considering it. It's not outlandish by any means; his own parents had more or less their own wings of the same house, coming together to eat and sleep and little else. While the trappings of convenient noble marriages are quite the opposite of loving both one man and one's own personal space, the groundwork is there.]
I would like that— it should be quite easy to share without tripping over one another. [Literally or otherwise-- it is not a massive apartment.] Of course I want to be with you, but we need hardly tie ourselves together to accomplish it.
[To take both spaces and push them together into ours, into a life and a home, sounds... wonderful. The walls in the other apartment are still nauseatingly pink, but they can workshop that. It will sort itself out, and it takes him a moment to focus back on the conversation and not planning out the whole process. He is naught but a busybody with a thirst for domestic tasks...
But: yes, a fine compromise. Just the thought of being able to start and end each day with Fenris curled up next to him makes a fond warmth bloom in his chest, and that he's smiling about it is clear in his voice.]
Both of them together will be our, ah... unconventional little house.
[Here in this apartment building, indeed. He gestures above them with his other hand as he says it, a short flourish to emphasize our! and house! Their own thing! Superb.]
And now you have a project to work on while you rest that injury. How fortuitous.