No, of course he wouldn't have said something. Sometimes his relationship with Balthier feels like a soap bubble: like it will break if he looks at it too long. No, he hadn't dared think it. Sure, his apartment had the advantages of the lab, but even the kitchen could be forsaken if he'd been asked.

And that kiss is better than sweet. It's nourishing. It's soul-strengthening.

"Then yes," he says, tilting his head forward to press his forehead against Balthier's. "I'll figure out another place to keep my work later. But yes. I would be happy to live with the dashing rogue that stole my heart. And tried to steal booty for me."