[Nothing was said for a long moment, but he watched, the way those eyes went elsewhere, anywhere but on him. It gave him reason to think, to ponder the words that were offered next.
Sharing.
Opposite schedules.
It was his turn to cock his head to the side, a brow raised in question even as the air turned sweet and spicy with the light of the cloves.]
Only if you don't mind. [Because, to Liam, this was still more Trystan's place than his own, even if he was paying half, even if they were sharing. He wasn't a freeloader, so he wasn't ashamed of considering the offer, but he was all too willing to back off, to hide in a corner, in the handful of square feet he had claimed for himself.]