[A concession, haughty though it was. Knocked knees clattered in ebony oblivion to the ground before Liam, envy eyes narrowing on the other man on the fallout. He stared curiously -- feline -- quiet as he drew torward, perfume heady and heavy between them, masking that scent of sex and passions spent.]
"You're paying half. And you have more shit than me; so what do you want to do?"
[He could be petty -- could argue that the kitchen was not a shared space and therefore factored into the ultimate delineation of square footage, but he silenced instead, settled into waiting for a response as the lull burned numb in his hollow heart.]