A house. A whole house? Here? [There is a wholeass panicked tangent about what happens to said house when they return home, etc etc, but he keeps it mental, thankfully. The anxiety still shows on his face, but y'know! Verbal diarrhoea is always nice to keep to a minimum!] ...A whole house. I wonder if the Prismals would let us do that.

Are you sure that it's alright for me to be moving in with you, though? I don't want to--

I know this sounds stupid. Ridiculous. [WHERE IS THIS WORRY COMING FROM HE JUST FUCKING PROPOSED WHY IS IT BUBBLING UP ABOUT MOVING IN TOGETHER.] I don't want to shove myself into your space, even though you're offering, and I know that all I want is to be together, but suddenly I feel like I'm being a burden. Why are thoughts so uncontrollable, Leone?