Feelings were precisely the kind of thing Miller had spent the better part of two decades telling himself he didn't bother with. Not the good ones, anyway. He had plenty of resentment stored up, but ever since he'd woken up in one piece in Night Vale, that hadn't seemed to matter so much.
And then he'd met Ray. And Ray had made him pizza from scratch.
"I'd be pretty torn up if you were to turn into a weird Obelisk," Miller confessed without reserve. "Or get eaten by a hell hound. Or get mistaken for a stray chocolate by our good buddy Slimer. Although I'd kind of get that last one; you are pretty sweet." He raised Ray's hand to his lips and brushed a kiss to his knuckles. "Totally understandable mix up.
"Jokes aside, I don't know how long we're gonna get down here. However long it is, though... I'm pretty sure I want to spend it with you. You don't gotta say anything back. Just - making sure you know where I stand. And if you want to move in, maybe... that'd be good, too. I'd be okay with that."