"Of course you do," he answered, not bother to argue. It's not like he minded. If he had, he wouldn't have asked G to move in with him. "We'll both sleep better if there's space in between our rooms, that's all."
Sam snorted. "I'm your partner, not Santa. There's no way we can find a palm tree in Brooklyn in December." He chuckled. "I don't remember that being one of the choices, G. We'll get a tree, I think a fake one that we can save for next year, start collecting things in the garage, a box for the tree, one for the lights, a few more for the ornaments. Stop me when the itching gets too much to bear," he said, laughing.
He nodded to the door. "Number 4, that's us, let's see what the house looks like inside."