Terry went silent for a moment as Lena revealed she already taken back her old job. Which meant either way, she planned to stay. It was a realization that made him swallow slowly, looking down at his hands only once it felt safe to break his eyes away from her steady gaze. Terry had never been incredibly gifted with words, mostly because for a large chunk of his life most statements were dripping in sarcasm. It was hard to make anything sound all that genuine. But he had learned in therapy how to find a more truthful space to operate out of, which he was certainly calling on right now, if only to bring him courage to not beat around the bush and be an indirect asshole for too long. She'd get tired of it.
"I want you," he started, the confidence in his voice growing a bit as he went on. At the very least, his tone didn't indicate how nervous and slightly ridiculous he felt. "I want you to live with me. And not just... as a friend, or a room mate." With a long breath, Terry ran his hands through his hair slicking back the strands, if only so he had something to do with his hands for a moment. "I think this is as good as I'm going to get. So... yeah. If you want, that is."