[He's never had something of his own, he'd said, and that's true. But he's also never had something that's ours, and the thought is just as pleasing. Ours, and of course they might chafe, they might not always get on, but that's also part of the appeal. They don't have to always get on, and yet still, this will be theirs.]

I still wish to share your bed nightly.

[Just establishing that. He's gotten too used to curling around Lorenz, falling asleep to the sound of his steady breath, and he won't give that up. He's smiling ridiculously widely, his fingers curling and uncurling in Lorenz's shirt as he tries not to shake quietly with happiness. It's a little overwhelming, frankly.]

Hmm. I cannot tolerate pink. But blue would not be displeasing as a wall color. Will you help me paint?