"Our house," Arran agreed, "but it was my house when we made the decision to get Evan to remodel it." Like Chloe, he thought of it as their house, in parts. It was easier to say 'my bathroom' when he meant the one with the sauna, than to say 'the bathroom in the part of our house that used to be my house'. The bedrooms, though, were both 'their bedroom', regardless of whose part of the house they were in. Only the bed in the campervan could reasonably be described as Arran's only, and even then he'd shared it with Chloe more often than he hadn't. "It's nice, that all our bedrooms are shared," he said, once he'd finished cleaning his teeth. "I like sleeping with you." He missed Chloe when she went away, but it didn't happen all that often, and never for too long, so it hardly seemed worth mentioning. Arran didn't want to inadvertently make her feel guilty.
Arran hadn't really noticed that he was wet, but he leaned back into the towel anyway, more because Chloe was touching him with it than because he felt any great need to be dry. "I'd fight for you, too," he promised, even though he'd just said he wouldn't be very good. It didn't mean he wouldn't try. Unlike Terence and Gemma, he'd never had to fight, a thought which bothered him less the further they got away from the battle. It helped that his relationship with Terence had improved since, but Arran still felt a little bad about it, that he hadn't been mature enough at the time for Terence to trust him. Gemma hadn't been that much older, after all. He shook the thoughts free from his head, focusing on Chloe, whose questions were far more interesting than old guilt. "I think I could probably lick you badly," he agreed cheerfully. "And I do know all the right places to lick."