She almost laughed, now enjoying the idea. "Yes I want, I just don't want you to think it's necessary. I mean, you could always move into my place but then of course, you'd probably be running off in the middle of the night to the Baxter quite a few times anyway wouldn't you?"
He was always brushing it off and she knew part of it was still not believing in himself, and part of it was habit. She sighed into the kiss. "I've always seen it, Ben."