[He just looked at her, then. He'd lived in his home his whole life so far, and had intended to take up the business, continue living in the home he grew up in. She traveled, but he never really thought about the possibility that she never really grew roots anywhere... not when she had to get up and get going perhaps at a moment's notice. Everything about that, always moving, seemed like freedom in a lot of cases... but there was everything about having a place to call home, too.

'All you need to do is ask.'

That sounded so simple. Maybe Makoto was wrong, maybe they weren't complicated. That gave him a little solace. But it also gave him an idea. It fought the knot in his stomach over how simply she noted she didn't mind living with him.]

...W-well...!

[He clenched his fists. Let's be a brave boy. Suzette had made popcorn in the living room, and waved to Cristo to come on over, share and press an ear against the door.]

'Course I wanna ask! But- but I don't wanna push how I feel about bein' by myself on ya! ...It's...

H-how about instead I ask if ya wouldn't mind havin' a home to go home to?