[Gods, the thought of him moving in, of being that close, makes his heart seize somewhere. It's not like Kravitz hasn't seen any aspect of Taako he leaves in his house, the messy mornings, the long limbed stretches where he takes up the entire couch, the days he doesn't do his hair and makeup and just stays in with a book. But she's right. He can't keep-- keeping Kravitz away. If he's ever going to lose him, it'll be because he doesn't know enough.

And oof, that's-- eugh. A lot, frankly. But there's only so long you can run from anything before you teeter off an edge.

At least a bit of it breaks when she makes the last suggestion and he immediately makes a face that's one part scared one part horrified and shoves his hands into her stomach.]

Oh my god, no, fuck off. I don't even think you could, he's gotten like, good at telling us apart, which is a whole other thing, honestly.

[Another thing that means a lot to him. That he can bother to see Taako, that while Lup has Barry he has something in turn that's his.]

I just kinda thought this was gonna be it, y'know? Like, are normal dudes like this? You tell them you're gonna stab them and they just smile at you?? Did we pick, uh, fuckin' crazies or what?

[He still isn't gonna make like... a day of it. It might not even be soon. But it's in his head, something he'll think about every time their hands meet as time climbs on.]