Convincing Confessions?

[Raffe]

He felt conflicted over the idea of Nox getting his own place. Raffe had spent most of his own adult life bouncing between rented rooms and couches, but realistically he knew that was hardly a normal or inspirational existence. Staying at Kallisti wasn’t forever, and even if it was, he didn’t expect Nox would plan to spend the rest of his life living in a box room above a burlesque club. Of course he’d move on eventually. Why wouldn't he? A kitchen would be useful for a start. Thing was, Raffe had grown used to the company. To waking up tangled with another's warm limbs, either in his bed or Nox’s. To late nights talking about everything and nothing -- because one of them couldn’t sleep, or just because. He didn’t relish losing those moments.

“Sleeping, yeah,” he laughed slyly. His skin flushed pleasantly and his grin curved a little wicked. Nox's company was easy and affectionate, and it was easy to forget about the Sickness and the darkness as they walked. Raffe figured talking about a place was a big thing given what he’d just said happened to the home he’d made with his sister. Moreso given the way they’d grown up on the road. “Lots of sleeping, I figure.” He laughed. “You know you’re welcome to stay at the club for as long as you need to. A kitchen would be nice, though.”