To say that Dean was surprised by Susan's question was something of an understatement. Not that she hadn't made comments of the type before, particularly about the size and location of his flat, but she had never seemed quite so serious or determined before.
He opened his mouth to say no straight away, but her point about not wanting to be alone and needing to trust the person she lived with made him pause and consider her points for a second.
He bit his lip, thinking hard. "Now I'm not saying no right away, but Susie it's not just wanting to be independent, it's about how I'd be to live with too. Yes my flat is tiny, but that's because my studio space is amazing, and yes my neighbours are terrible but my wards are good and Apparition means I rarely see them. Besides I grew up in the east end, it's not like I've not dealt with similar before. But that wasn't my point. I'm a work obsessed insomniac with PTSD who wakes up from a nightmare and spends half the night cooking." His mouth was running away with itself and he took a deep breath and deflated a bit. "I'm just not a good person to live with," he finished with, sounding a little pathetic, but firm.