He lets his hand rest on David's as he takes the key, squeezing the other's. "Clearing out a space quickly and discreetly is in my pirate boyfriend skill set," he teases. "I'm happy to help." And he is. It makes him feel less useless in the face of David having to grapple with old wounds and fears.

Thus he's entirely prepared for David to get lost in his head, worrying about logistics and the future and others, and that's fine. So it surprises him when David turns the focus back to them. And surprises him again when David pins how special sharing his space is.

Then he laughs, because neither should surprise him. "I've never done this before," he admits. Fran was different, and they'd stolen the Strahl together, and they had separate rooms. "I've never wanted to with anyone else, and I was afraid it would be asking too much of you."

There's fear still, too, that somehow seeing more of him will somehow make David realize some detail he'd missed, that they weren't compatible afterall, or that not having separate space would somehow make their fights worse. But, right now, he feels those fears as old wounds talking, and he's so much more interested in the reality they're building.

"I want to share my life with you, David. All of it. Even when I'm nervous or insufferable or terrified."