He's so tired, but there's nothing to do about that. He'd got to keep going. For now he takes the coffee, produces a key from his pocket, and passes it over.

"To get in, when you can. Whatever is here you can box up and put into storage or your place. I've got what I hope are untraceable accounts for it. If you could help on this, I'd be grateful. The more that can be done quickly, and quietly, the better."

Then he drinks some more coffee and focuses on Balthier. On them. He can get back to the work in a bit.

"Thank you for valuing me highly enough to want to share not just your time and your love with me, but your space."

It's sacred to them both, he knows that. Those spaces that are just theirs. That matter to them. That make them feel safe and secure. And for Balthier, who didn't even really have a set home because of his father, David expected it meant even more.