Ororo's teasing smile was once a rare sight, but Scott was seeing it more in more now that they were together. "Not just mine," he conceded, realizing that Ororo was now piloting the jet more than he these days, though the reason why was still something of a delicate subject.
The way Ororo kisses was a unique experience, calm and patient and flowing as rain water. It was brief, but in a mansion where anyone would appear at any moment -- literally in some cases -- it had to be brief.
Scott's brow knitted further, despite how effortlessly she coaxed the discussion out of him. "It's about ... us. Living arrangements. I was thinking ... would there be room for me in your loft? More than just visiting, I mean." He was bad at this. "I would like to move in with you, Ororo, if you'd have me. I wouldn't take up too much space, and I could free up my room for another resident."
Now that he was saying it out loud, it actually didn't seem like the monumental, all-important step it had become in his mind.