TJ really didn't understand why these people all seemed to think living a different life had to involve 'cheap and tacky'. Couldn't they at least find 'inexpensive, but decent'? Honestly, there had to be a better option than the atrocious bedspread he was currently sitting on. Even a basic, cheap cotton in a solid color would be better than the floral disaster beneath him.
Surely getting settled in a place quickly was going to be better than this.
So long as TJ did the decorating because Travis didn't seem to mind any of this and if TJ had live in whatever place they found for any length of time, he'd go nuts if it was all like this.
And thinking about decor was a lot easier than thinking about where to live. Not that it was all that tough a decision on the surface, but he hated the fact he was still a burden even when he was trying to learn how not to be, that it was because of him their options were limited. He'd never asked to come out, but because he'd been forced to, he'd never learned to be...subtle about it. And he didn't think he could take up a life of celibacy for that long.
After a moment's silence, he shrugged. "We shared a room pretty much the first half of our lives until I went to boarding school. I'm sure Doug and I can manage to share now if we have to. I'd rather not have to shove myself into the closet, if we can avoid it. I'm not sure I'd be able to, in the first place."