08-28-2020, 07:42 PM
They headed down the next street, and Raffe was happy to follow without paying much attention to their direction. The words made him grin. It was strange to think how much his life had changed in such a short amount of time. Without his injuries he wouldn’t have even been staying in the club when Nox arrived for his interview with Carmen. Not that they wouldn’t have met, but it wouldn’t have been the same.
“Are you asking or offering?” he teased. It’d had the ring of a joke, but maybe it was testing waters too. Raffe didn’t overthink these things; home had always been a transient concept, a feeling more than a place. If Nox did move out it wasn’t like Raffe wouldn’t plan to spend time wherever he ended up. The club would feel empty, and he didn’t relish that, but the warnings still resonated too, and he didn’t want to push too fast into something that had a label Nox might suddenly freak out on.
He squeezed the hand in his. “We can make that decision when and if you find another place. No pressure. It’s not like you’d keep me away anyway. I like waking up to you.”
“Are you asking or offering?” he teased. It’d had the ring of a joke, but maybe it was testing waters too. Raffe didn’t overthink these things; home had always been a transient concept, a feeling more than a place. If Nox did move out it wasn’t like Raffe wouldn’t plan to spend time wherever he ended up. The club would feel empty, and he didn’t relish that, but the warnings still resonated too, and he didn’t want to push too fast into something that had a label Nox might suddenly freak out on.
He squeezed the hand in his. “We can make that decision when and if you find another place. No pressure. It’s not like you’d keep me away anyway. I like waking up to you.”
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